Thus dwelt  — happier far than he
Whose Slaves approach him with a bending Knee;
His willing Eye-lids in soft Slumbers close,
No midnight Revels break his lov'd Repose;
No dark Intrigue for open Vengeance calls,
Nor Envy dwelt within his peaceful Walls:
But his calm Days in one smooth Circle run;
He blest the rising and declining Sun,
A Stranger both to Sickness and to Sin:
'Twas Health without and Happiness within,
While by his Side his  sung,
And his fond Soul upon her Musick hung:
Like him no Parent lov'd his darling Care,
No Child like her so duteous and so fair:
Him with crumb'd Milk both Morn and Eve she fed,
And smooth'd the Pillows for his weary Head:
With her his Moments gently glide away,
Who dress'd in Smiles the Ev'ning and the Day.