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What seek’st thou on the heathy lea,

So frequent and alone?

What in the violet cans’t thou see?

What in the mossy stone?

Yon evening sky’s empurpled dye

Seems dearer to thy gaze

Than wealth or fame’s enrapt’ring name,

Or beauty’s ’witching blaze.

Go, mingle in the busy throng

That tread th’ imperial mart;

There listen to a sweeter song

Than ever thrill’d thy heart.

The treasures of a thousand lands

Shall pour their wealth before thee;

Friends proffer thee their eager hands

And envious fools adore thee.

Ay--I will seek that busy throng,

And turn, with aching breast,

From scenes of tort’ring care and wrong--

To solitude and rest!

_February 21, 1827._

The Every-day Book and Table Book. v. 3 (of 3) Everlasting Calerdar of Popular Amusements, Sports, Pastimes, Ceremonies, Manners, Customs and Events, Incident to Each of the Three Hundred and Sixty-five Days, in past and Present Times; Forming a Complete History of the Year, Month, and Seasons, and a Perpetual Key to the Almanac · 第 430 / 1847 题