Nor Flattery's silver'd tale, nor Sorrow's sage;
Frugal Affliction kept each growing dart,
T' o'erwhelm in future days the bleeding heart.
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No sceptic art veil'd Pride in Truth's disguise,
But prayer, unsoil'd of doubt, besieged the skies;
Ambition, avarice, care, to man retired,
Nor came desires more quick, than joys desired.
A summer morn there was, and passing fair;
Still was the breeze, and health perfumed the air;