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And hie him home, at evening's close,
To sweet repast and calm repose.
Ode on the Pleasure Arising from Vicissitude (1754)
From toil he wins his spirits light,
From busy day the peaceful night;
Rich, from the very want of wealth,
In heaven's best treasures, peace and health.
Ode on the Pleasure Arising from Vicissitude (1754)
See the wretch that long has tost
On the thorny bed of pain,
At length repair his vigour lost,
And breathe and walk again:
The meanest floweret of the vale,
The simplest note that swells the gale,
The common sun, the air, the skies,
To him are opening paradise.
Ode on the Pleasure Arising from Vicissitude (1754)
Behind the steps that Misery treads
Approaching Comfort view:
The hues of bliss more brightly glow
Chastised by sabler tints of woe,
And blended form, with artful strife,
The strength and harmony of life.
Ode on the Pleasure Arising from Vicissitude (1754)