“Nor by the stream, nor in his tent was he.
“The next he wrote that, prompted by his muse,
“In rural mansions Pegasus he pac’d,
“To camps and courts had made his last adieus,
“And o’er his antique gate these verses trac’d.”
The Inscription.
Here let me rest in this sequester’d cell,
Where pomp and noise and riot are unknown,
Where raptur’d Contemplation loves to dwell,
And whose low roof Contentment calls her own.