Thomas Gray

And to hie him home, at evening's close,
To sweet repast, and calm repose.
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And to hie him home, at evening's close,
To sweet repast, and calm repose.
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From toil we wins his spirits light,
From busy day the peaceful night;
Rich, from the very want of wealth,
In heaven's best treasures, peace and health.

The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

Ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.

Ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.

Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
Heaven did a recompense as largely send;
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Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
Heaven did a recompense as largely send;
He gave to misery (all he had) a tear,
He gain'd from Heaven ('twas all he wish'd) a friend.

Where ignorance is bliss,
'Tis folly to be wise.

Where ignorance is bliss,
'Tis folly to be wise.