Invite; the mountains call you, and the vales,
The woods, the streams, and each ambrosial breeze
That fans the ever undulating sky; 100
A kindly sky! whose fost’ring power regales
Man, beast, and all the vegetable reign.
Find then some woodland scene where nature smiles
Benign, where all her honest children thrive.
To us there wants not many a happy seat; 105
Look round the smiling land, such numbers rise
We hardly fix, bewilder’d in our choice.