Poem by Mary Mollineux (1651?-1695)

How sweet is harmless Solitude?
What can its Joys controul?
Tumults and Noise may not intrude,
To interrupt the Soul

That here enjoys it self, retir’d
From Earth’s seducing Charms;
Leaving her Pomp, to be admir’d
By such as Court their Harms;

While she, on Contemplations Wings,
Soars far beyond the Sky,
And feeds her Thoughts on Heav’nly Things,
Which in her Bosom lye.

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