A dark, though unpolluted altar, rear’d
On the white waste of wonders!
From the peak
Which mark’d his neighb’ring Hut, his humid Eye
Oft wander’d o’er the rich expanse below;
Oft trac’d the glow of vegetating Spring,
The full-blown Summer splendours, and the hue
Of tawny scenes Autumnal: Vineyards vast,
Clothing the upland scene, and spreading wide
The promised tide nectareous; while for him