Why hush’d the passions? touch’d the heart?
What prompts us all our state to scan?
What animates each better part?
Why breathe we love and peace to man?
’Tis that awhile withdrawn from cares—
Earth’s cares, with strife and sorrow fraught,—
Sweet contemplation lowly bears
Her treasures to the mint of thought.
In such a frame—in stilly tone
Waked fancy hears these words exprest,