Thee shining wealth, and plenteous joys surround,
And all thy fruitful fields around
Unnumber’d herds of cattle stray;
Thy harness’d steeds with sprightly voice,
Make neighbouring vales and hills rejoice,
While smoothly thy gay chariot flies o’er the swift-measur’d way.
To me the stars with less profusion kind,
An humble fortune have assign’d,
And no untuneful Lyric vein,
But a sincere contented mind