Canzonette. Poem by Susan Evance

'TIS not in Fashion's gilded fane,
Where Folly leads her idle train-
'Tis not in riot's thoughtless waste,
That I can ought of pleasure taste;
No- this is vanity.

But in some still secluded spot,
Where Innocence has rais'd her cot,
And meek-eyed Peace delights t'appear,
While calm Contentment lingers near
With holy Piety; -

In such a scene, my quiet mind
Feels soothed, exalted and refined,
Forgets this earthly state, and flies
On thought's swift pinions to the skies; -
This- this is luxury!