In the wide circuit of that spacious ground;
Till, with his thoughts bewilder’d, and oppress’d
With too much feeling, he inclined to rest.
Then in the park he sought its deepest shade,
By trees more aged than the mansion made,
That ages stood; and there unseen a brook
Ran not unheard, and thus our traveller spoke— 660
“I am so happy, and have such delight,
I cannot bear to see another sight;
It wearies one like work;” and so, with deep