The muses frown’d not on his early pen,
But Disappointment mark’d him for her own.
His heart was warm, and his ambition high,
But Heav’n decreed a safer, stiller life:
He gave to pomp and pow’r a parting sigh:
He gain’d from Heav’n a fond and faithful wife.
No farther seek his merits to disclose,
Nor wake his wishes for a world forgot:
Here, in his rustic home he finds repose,
And love and letters bless his lonely cot.