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Bringing joy, content, or mirth,

To the sweet domestic hearth?

This great charm shall ever last,

Till the days of life be past ;

And in memory fresh shall bloom,
Over the lamented tomb,

When fatal Death has struck the blow,
And laid his lovely victim low.

 

RIDDLE CLXX.

OR vigilance and courage true
Tye no superiors—equals few;

Which makes me by th’ industrious prized,
But by the indolent despised :
Bold and alert, I meet the foe;
In all engagements valour show;
And if he prove too proud to yield,
One falls before we quit the field.

 

RIDDLE CLXXI.
ON’T think what I say can be at all wrong,
For I speak, though I have not a bit of a tongue;
Yet ofttimes ’m quiet for want of my breath,
And then I am perfectly silent as death.