Of change and tumult, I ascend;
Nor flatter’d by thy levell’d way,
That smiles, like worldlings, to betray.
How swells my aged heart, now near
Scenes to my happiest youth so dear!
How sinks that heart, as these arise
Distorted, to my anguish’d eyes!
Where are those ample plains, display’d
’Mong woods with many an opening glade?
Where is the wild doe bounding by,