Boiling within my panting breast,
And meet a careless, cold reply,
Where sought my weary soul for rest.
Oh! give me Nature’s kindly charm,
A scene where quiet beauty reigns—
Give me a heart with feeling warm,
To share my joy, to soothe my pains.
And they who love the stormy path
Of wild Ambition’s wildered scheme,
May revel in its rage and wrath,