His wide domain, surrounding,
By Nature’s treasure amply stor’d;
He from his casement could behold
The breezy mountain, ting’d with gold,
The varied landscape bounding!
The coming morn, with lustre gay,
Breath’d sweetly on his dwelling;
The twilight veil of parting day
Stole softly o’er his quiet shed,
Hiding the mountain’s misty head,