Of trunks, through which there peers
Perchance the town, which, in the glow of day,
Like crystal light appears!
These cooling grottoes! O retirement blest!
Within thy calm abode
My mind alone can from her troubles rest,
With solitude and God.
Thou giv’st me life, and liberty, and love,
And all I now admire,
And from the winter of my soul dost move