Here stately rang’d in close array;
There lightly group’d on carpets gay;
Attendant hollies glow’d beneath,
All arm’d; their crest a woodbine wreath.
In safety skipp’d the dappled herds;
Securely perch’d the choiring birds;
O’er charter’d ground thy broad shade spread;
In freedom wav’d thy sacred head,
Where age had whiten’d many a stem,
And plac’d an antler’d diadem.