Bound and yet free, they hasten’d to the Shore,
And found their Tent, and all they wish’d to find;
Much was of Bliss without, within was more—
Food for each Sense; amusement for the Mind; 320
Pictures of pleasant, Books of lively, kind;
And Notes and Instruments, for Music meet;
For one Delight another they resign’d.
Were ever pair transfer’d to happier Seat;
Was ever Youth so blest, was ever Maid so sweet?
Yet, but a moment—and the bliss was lost;