Inscription For A Moss-House In The Shrubbery At Weston
by William Cowper
Here, free from riot's hated noise,
Be mine, ye calmer, purer joys,
A book or friend bestows;
Far from the storms that shake the great,
Contentment's gale shall fan my seat,
And sweeten my repose.
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As the clocks were striking the hour,
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