’Mid shady trees, or open grounds,
With varied beauty charm.
O’er Humber’s wide-spread flowing stream,
White, gliding sails are seen,
Illumined by the sun’s bright rays,
Or ’neath some cloudy screen;
Whilst all His further shores repeat
The brighter, nearer view—
More faintly touched, more dimly seen—
Arrayed in softest blue.