Is growing rosy, round, and sleek;
His torpid stomach forced to fast,
Here soon partakes the rich repast.
Breakfast over, ’round the springs
The guests assemble—some in swings—
And those of a romantic turn
Stroll two and two in search of fern.
For them the woods have more than speech,
A calm that to the heart doth reach,
That perfect peace of mind and soul