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Ah! little think the trifling thoughtless gay,
How many real joys they idly lose,
How many true enjoyments throw away,
Forgetful of the bounty they abuse.
How many real joys they idly lose,
How many true enjoyments throw away,
Forgetful of the bounty they abuse.
This hour to me affords more real joy
Than noisy mirth or riot e'er can know.
I would not change one thought I now enjoy
For all the senseless pleasures they bestow.
Than noisy mirth or riot e'er can know.
I would not change one thought I now enjoy
For all the senseless pleasures they bestow.
