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O, let us leave this world behind—
Its gains, its loss, its praise, its blame—
Not seeking fame, nor fearing shame,
Some far secluded land we’ll find,
And build thy dream-home, you and I,
And let this foolish world go by.

A paradise of love and bliss!
Delicious draughts in Eden bowers,
Of peace, and rest, and quiet hours,
We’ll drink, for what we’ve missed in this.
The shafts of malice we’ll defy,
And let this foolish world go by.
                                          SANSON.