She drives the gloomy terrors far away,
And fills the bosom with celestial fire.
Inspired by her, the Sons of Genius rise
Above all earthly thoughts, all vulgar care;
Wealth, power, and grandeur they alike despise,
Enraptured by the good, the great, the fair.
A thousand varying joys to them belong—
The charms of Nature and her changeful scenes;
Their's is the music of the vernal song,
And their's the colours of the vernal plains.