Would we attain the happiest State,
That is design'd us here;
No Joy a Rapture must create,
No Grief beget Despair.
No Injury fierce Anger raise,
No Honour tempt to Pride;
No vain Desires of empty Praise
Must in the Soul abide.
No Charms of Youth, or Beauty move
The constant, settl'd Breast:
Who leaves a Passage free to Love,
Shall let in, all the rest.
In such a Heart soft Peace will live,
Where none of these abound;
The greatest Blessing, Heav'n do's give,
Or can on Earth be found.
Moral Song
Anne Kingsmill Finch
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Poem topics: anger, beauty, despair, grief, heart, joy, peace, pride, soul, rapture, earth, passage, raise, create, live, soft, constant, fierce, youth, love, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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