Far as a Patron could his power extend,
Hail’d at his birth and mourn’d at his discease;
Where all, where each, was pleas’d his help to lend
To each, where all might seeking find a friend.
Two furlongs distant from that seat, its Pride,
Was the fair Village plac’d upon a Green,
By wood surrounded save the Eastern Side,
Where the broad, silent, silvery flood was seen. 40
There stood the peasants’ cots, a view serene
On either side a small and central Lake,