Wild nature’s sweetest notes they hear:
On green untrodden banks they view
The hyacinth’s neglected hue;
In their lone haunts, and woodland rounds,
They spy the squirrel’s airy bounds;
And startle from her ashen spray,
Across the glen, the screaming jay:
Each native charm their steps explore
Of Solitude’s sequester’d store.
For them the moon with cloudless ray