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No hermit refuge, no secluded bourn,
Where selfish Discontent has fled to mourn;
A goodly band divide the bless'd retreat,
There, Piety has fix'd her firmest seat;
Not she, who stern explores each neighbour's eye,
Well pleas'd therein the blinding mote to spy,
Who never smil'd on virtue but her own,
And owes her safety to a heart of stone!
No! let her build her hut 'mid polar snows,
Not in the realm where heav'n's own day-beam glows!
Ah no! far different is the hallow'd guest
Who rears a spotless shrine in Harriet's breast!
Peace, Hope, and Charity, her offspring fair,
Seek the bless'd home, and love to commune there:
There stern Reflection views with brow unbent
Th' unblotted record of a life well spent:
There, unmolested, Genius twines his wreath,
For even Envy holds her poison'd breath,