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PC.772.134
28 Nov-5 Dec 1772:1881 (308)
ODE TO WISDOM.
Hail sacred wisdom, in whose blest retreat,
Attendant virtue bears her golden sway,
Where heav'n morn harmony and concord meet,
To thy blest mansions guide my doubtful way,
O! let me there an humble tenant be,
And tune my artless lays to virtue and to thee.
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Upon this world this pageantry of show,
This gaudy, glaring, chequer'd masquerade,
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If in this stage of life I act a part,
I hope 'twill be the semblance of my heart;
Or in the tragic, or the comic scene,
As the decrees of Providence ordain;
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