The
WISH
.
I
All
I
ask
of
bounteous
heav'n
,
Is
to
live
a
peaceful
life
,
In
a
cottage
,
sweet
retirement
,
Far
from
giddy
noise
and
strife
.
II
Far
from
town
,
and
all
its
vices
,
Dissipation
,
care
,
and
fear
,
Passing
all
my
days
serenely
,
Ending
life
,
without
a
tear
.
III
Far
from
ball
,
and
masquerade
,
Far
from
op'ra
,
park
,
or
play
,
Far
from
courtly
pomp
,
and
fashion
,
Innocently
blith
and
gay
.
IV
Distant
from
the
madding
croud
,
Scene
of
avarice
and
gain
,
Quitting
smoak
for
silver
fountains
,
Choosing
health
,
and
leaving
pain
.
V
Ease
,
and
comfort
,
peace
and
plenty
,
Always
grace
the
homely
board
,
Every
joy
that
can
be
wish'd
for
,
Does
the
rustic
cot
afford
.
VI
With
the
lark
each
morn
arising
,
No
rude
cares
my
peace
molest
,
But
contentment
sweet
possessing
,
Ever
happy
,
ever
bless'd
.
VII
Each
new
day
my
maker
praising
,
Own
his
goodness
ev'ry
hour
,
Thanking
heav'n
for
ev'ry
blessing
,
And
revere
his
mighty
power
.
VIII
One
thing
more
I
ask
of
heaven
,
A
sincere
and
faithful
youth
,
One
whose
heart
is
ever
constant
,
Full
of
honor
,
love
,
and
truth
.
IX
Blest
with
judgment
,
sound
and
clear
,
Both
the
husband
,
and
the
friend
,
Not
the
clown
,
or
foolish
coxcomb
,
Such
a
youth
kind
heaven
send
.
X
Gentle
,
as
the
evening
breezes
,
Fanning
soft
the
poplar
grove
,
Fresher
than
the
summer
morning
,
Firm
in
friendship
,
fond
in
love
,
XI
Smart
,
and
witty
,
mild
in
manners
,
Fair
in
person
as
in
mind
,
Free
from
flatt'ry
,
pride
and
folly
,
Such
a
youth
I
wish
to
find
.
XII
I
desire
not
pow'r
,
or
riches
,
Bane
to
sweet
content
and
ease
,
They
are
not
the
joys
I
wish
for
,
They
,
alas
!
can
never
please
.