Is oft obscured by Nature’s ambient sward;
Oft check’d; its reckless dance and frolic marr’d,
And turn’d aside to till the farmer’s pail
For breakfast, tea, and to make home brew’d ale.
[161] The ocean.
IV.
Not far from here,[162] in this delightful vale,
The venerable squire’s old mansion stood,
Surrounded by rich pasturage and wood;