Oliver Goldsmith

Cheerful at morn he wakes from short repose,
Breathes the keen air, and carols as he goes.

Cheerful at morn he wakes from short repose,
Breathes the keen air, and carols as he goes.

The canvas glow'd beyond ev'n nature warm;
The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form.

The canvas glow'd beyond ev'n nature warm;
The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form.

Such dainties to them, their health it might hurt:
It's like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.

Such dainties to them, their health it might hurt:
It's like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.

Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam,
His first best country ever is at home.

Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam,
His first best country ever is at home.

How small of all that human hearts endure,
That part which laws or kings can cause or cure!
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How small of all that human hearts endure,
That part which laws or kings can cause or cure!
Still to ourselves in every place consigned,
Our own felicity we make or find.
With secret course, which no loud storms annoy,
Glides the smooth current of domestic joy.