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Nor grieve when his race he has run;—
Then who so contented as I?
Then who so contented as I?
My love she is gentle and kind,
And vows she‘lt for ever prove true;
An angel in person and mind—
In truth she is rivall'd by few.
While innocence smiles in my home,
And love gives a charm to each joy,
From my humble roof‘d cot I‘ll ne‘er roam;—
Then who so contented as I?
And vows she‘lt for ever prove true;
An angel in person and mind—
In truth she is rivall'd by few.
While innocence smiles in my home,
And love gives a charm to each joy,
From my humble roof‘d cot I‘ll ne‘er roam;—
Then who so contented as I?
FINIS.
