A lonely valley starts upon the sight,
Whose peaceful hamlet clinging to their side,
And sweet retirements, beetling mountains hide.
Their fury spent, o’er dell and grassy knoll
The lucid streams in crystal bubbles roll,
Whose gentle gushings break the deep repose,
As down steep, pebbled banks, the current flows.
Here, free from Passion’s storm and splendid Care,
A hardy race Life’s simple blessings share.
Breathes there on Earth who boasts a happier lot,