Elizabeth Bentley Poems

December 1789

When infant Reason first exerts her sway,
And new-formed thoughts their earliest charms display;
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THE sun in mists his glory shrouds,
The fields delight no more;
November's brow is dark with clouds,
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HAPPY the mind with self-enjoyment blest,
Who makes the tranquil paths of life her choice;
Seeks gentle Peace, 'mid tumults ne'er possest,
And in Retirement hears her soothing voice
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