To take its flights like any new-fledged bird,
And show’d the span of wingèd meditation
Stretched wider than things grossly seen or heard.
With sweet swift Ariel how I soar’d and stirred
The fragrant blooms of spiritual bow’rs!
’Twas they endear’d what I have still preferr’d,
Nature’s blest attributes and balmy pow’rs,
Her hills and vales and brooks, sweet birds and flow’rs!”