INSCRIPTION
FOR
A
ROOT-HOUSE
.
FOND
man
!
retire
to
this
still
cell
,
And
bid
the
busy
world
farewel
;
Here
seek
the
cherub
Happiness
,
Who
loves
the
quiet
lone
recess
,
And
shuns
the
city's
noisy
scene
,
For
pleasures
tranquil
and
serene
.
How
solemn
is
the
oak's
broad
shade
,
The
naked
grove
seen
thro'
the
glade
,
The
rock
that
high
projects
its
steep
,
The
distant
prospect
of
the
deep
!
Fond
man
!
here
cheerful
may'st
thou
spend
Thy
swift-wing'd
life
,
nor
fear
thy
end
;
Stealing
thro'
life
,
as
thro'
the
plain
Yon
rill
in
murmurs
seeks
the
main
.
Here
,
when
the
saffron-vested
dawn
Spreads
radiance
o'er
the
dewy
lawn
,
For
hours
exempt
from
woe
and
sin
,
Thy
ardent
orison
begin
;
Here
too
at
eve
His
praise
display
,
Who
led
thee
thro'
the
finish'd
day
.