And bliss not seen, by blessings understood.

Cowper.

He looks abroad into the varied field

Of Nature; and though poor, perhaps, compared

With those whose mansions glitter in his sight,

Calls the delightful scenery all his own.

His are the mountains, and the valleys his,

And the resplendent rivers; his to enjoy

With a propriety that none can feel,

But who, with filial confidence inspired,