Of each domestic charity fulfilled,
And sufferings meekly borne—I, for my part,
Though with the silence pleased that[564] here prevails,
Among those fair recitals also range,
Soothed by the natural spirit which they breathe.
And, in the centre of a world whose soil
Is rank with all unkindness, compassed round
With such memorials, I have sometimes felt,
It was[565] no momentary happiness
To have one Enclosure where the voice that speaks