Had rifled all their sweets and stores,
To deck this lovely place with smiles:
And mounts were here, and tipp’d with green,
And kindled by the glowing sun;
And vales were here, and stretch’d between,
Where waters frolic’d in their fun:
And goats were feeding in the light,
And birds were in the green-wood halls;
And, echoing o’er each hilly height,
Was heard the dash of waterfalls: