Large splendid halls where gold and silver glare,
My mind’s undazzled eye would never please;
Here am I freed from all that vex’d me—care,
And bless’d with all I wish—poetic ease.
No more blind folly my desires shall raise,
Nor draw my footsteps from this lov’d abode;
Here will I breathe the remnant of my days,
And court the favors of the tuneful god.
H. 1806.