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3 And Oh deceitful World! too well I know How little worth is all thou canst bestow! The reputation of a day Which the next morning takes away; The flattery that beguiles the Ear, The hypocrite's fictitious tear, Those thou canot give, this semblance ^ [[addition]] thou [[/addition]] canot wear. 4 Temperance shall spread my rural feast Content shall be my welcome guest; No guilty thoughts that shun the light. No conscious dreams to terrify the night. Here in my [[addition]] peaceful [[/addition]] rustic cell With thee calm solitude I'll dwell; Hail nature's offspring! Sons ^[[addition]] of [[/addition]] art farewell. 5 At Noon I'll walk beneath these spreading trees Where honied woodbines scent the passing breeze
