Thou turn’st thy steps aside, to haste
And catch the balmy morning breeze,
Its spirit-giving breath to taste;
Where bath’d in view some valley lies,
Or up a mountain’s woody rise—
Whence stretching to the eastern sky,
Bright rural prospects greet the eye.
Here, a deep forest widely spread,
Its variegated foliage shows,——
There, rolling thro’ a flowery mead,