Not far from Town, and in a rural place,
Where Nature shone with ev’ry pleasing grace;
Where rising hills gave rapture to the sight,
With flocks, whose fleeces were all snowy white;
Beneath, where lawns extended wide around,
And silver murm’ring rivulets were found;
There in a humble, tho’ not mean, estate,
I drew my being, as ordain’d by fate.
My parents, tho’ not born to wealth and pride,
The markets still with various things supply’d;