Matthew Wadsworth - Though Far from Joy (by Philip Rosseter) | Текст песни

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• Though Far from Joy (by Philip Rosseter)

Though far from joy, my sorrows are as far,
And I both between,
Not too low, nor yet too high
Above my reach would I be seen,
Happy is he that so is placed,
Not to be envied, nor to be disdain'd or disgraced.

The higher trees, the more storms they endure,
Shrubs be trodden down,
But the mean, the golden mean,
Doth only all our fortunes crown,
Like to a stream that sweetly slideth,
Through the flowery banks, and still in the midst
his course guideth.

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