On
CONTEMPLATIVE
EASE
.
Rejoice
ye
jovial
sons
of
mirth
,
By
sparkling
wine
inspir'd
;
A
joy
of
more
intrinsic
worth
I
feel
,
while
thus
retir'd
.
Excluded
from
the
ranting
crew
,
Amongst
these
fragrant
trees
I
walk
,
the
twinkling
stars
to
view
,
In
solitary
ease
.
Half
wrap'd
in
clouds
,
the
half-form'd
moon
Beams
forth
a
cheering
ray
,
Surpassing
all
the
pride
of
noon
,
Or
charms
of
early
day
.
The
birds
are
hush'd
,
and
not
a
breeze
Disturbs
the
pendant
leaves
;
My
passion's
hush'd
as
calm
as
these
,
No
sigh
my
bosom
heaves
.
While
great
ones
make
a
splendid
show
,
In
equipage
or
dress
,
I'm
happy
here
,
nor
wish
below
For
greater
happiness
.