Magnanimity

How much more sweet and worth our constant pray'r, A mind unshaken by the storms of care! Which can a vain and empty world despise, And with an upward flight affect the skies; Which the gay trappings of the great contemns, Their sounding titles, and their shining gems. Discharg'd of all which happiness debars, She plants her conversation in the stars; Looks on the clouds, and lower earth with scorn, And seeks that country were she first was born.