“ When the birds seem inspir'd by the smiling, serene,
in musical melody vie;
And the hares midst the corn fields they safely remain,
or secure in the green meadows lie.
In a snug rural cottage surrounded with trees,
where murmuring rivulets glide,
My attendants be plenty, contentment and ease,
in solitude let me reside:
Where grant me kind Powers in this season of love,
a fond fair one my bless to compleat,
Whole tender endearments can sadness remove,
and imparadise this my retreat. ”