Lo, here I sit, and to the world I call,
The world my solemn fancy leaves behind,
Come! pass within the inviolable wall,
Come pride, come pleasure, come distracted mind;
Within the fated refuge, hither, turn,
And learn your wisdom ere ’tis late to learn.
Come with me now, and taste the fount of tears;
For many eyes have sanctified this spot,
Where grief’s unbroken lineage endears
The charm untimely Folly injures not,