Trace thou that bowery vista’s green alcove! 275
Through the long avenue in silence rove—
Look through the woven boughs’ fine tracery,
On the clear, blue, and joy-inspiring sky!
Oh, lovely face of Nature!—who can view
Thy smile rejoicing, nor be happy too? 280
What heart can thy enduring wonder scan,
And see unrolled thy wide and glorious plan;
Bask in thy glow, drink in thy living hues,
Yet the deep homage of the heart refuse,