I. ON A WINDOW AT AN INN

We fly from luxury and wealth,

To hardships, in pursuit of health;

From generous wines, and costly fare,

And dozing in an easy-chair;

Pursue the goddess Health in vain,

To find her in a country scene,

And every where her footsteps trace,

And see her marks in every face;

And still her favourites we meet,

Crowding the roads with naked feet.

But, oh! so faintly we pursue,

We ne'er can have her full in view.

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