Citation - New York Journal-New York: 1773.07.01

NYJ-N.773.121
1 Jul 1773:41 (1591)
Oh! tell me, thro' creation's round, 
Where may true happiness be found? [These 2 lines, introd.
to]
The midnight moon serenely smiled,
O'er nature's soft repose;
No low'ring cloud obscures the sky,
Nor ruffling tempest blows.
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And deaf to folly's call attends, 
The music of the mind.