Country-maiden

How happy is the harmless country-maid, Who, rich by nature, scorns superfluous aid! Whose modest clothes no wanton eyes invite, But, like her soul, preserve the native white. Whose little store her well-taught mind does please; Not pinch'd with want, nor cloy'd with wanton ease. Who, free from storms which on the great ones fall, Makes but few wishes, and enjoys them all. No care, but love, can discompose her breast, Love, of all cares, the sweetest and the best!