The feeling pleasures of his loneliness,
His observations, and the thoughts his mind[18]
Had dealt with—I will here record in verse;
Which, if with truth it correspond, and sink
Or rise as venerable Nature leads,
The high and tender Muses shall accept
With gracious smile, deliberately pleased,
And listening Time reward with sacred praise.
Among the hills of Athol he was born;
Where,[19] on a small hereditary farm,