Had primal paradise restored.
Can man such loveliness behold,
So wondrous fair in every part,
And not as incense give to heaven
The adoration of his heart.
O! Lake, so beautiful and bright,
How oft the Rydal Bard on thee
Hath glanced his eye’s poetic light,
Till song gushed forth like torrents free.
The soft and gentle summer breeze,