Far From The Madding Crowd's Ignoble Strife.

Large Was His Bounty, And His Soul Sincere, Heaven Did A Recompense As Largely Send: He Gave To Mis'ry (all He Had) A Tear, He Gained From Heav'n ('t Was All He Wish'd) A Friend.

Ah, Happy Hills! Ah, Pleasing Shade! Ah, Fields Beloved In Vain! Where Once My Careless Childhood Stray'd, A Stranger Yet To Pain! I Feel The Gales That From Ye Blow A Momentary Bliss Bestow.

If The Best Man's Faults Were Written On His Forehead, He Would Draw His Hat Over His Eyes.

Where Once My Careless Childhood Strayed, / A Stranger Yet To Pain.

Where Ignorance Is Bliss, 'tis Folly To Be Wise.