For thee they blend their sweetest Powers;
Thine ear persues a distant Strain,
Thy gaze still courts far distant Bowers.
To that loved Roof where Friendship's fires
With pure and generous ardor burn,
Lost to whate'er this Scene inspires,
Thy fond affections still return.
E'en now I tread the velvet plain
That spreads its graceful curve around;
Where Pleasure bade her fairy train