Of winds, this deep Vale,—as it doth in part 375
Conceal us from the storm,—so here abides
A power and a protection for the mind,
Dispensed indeed to other solitudes,
Favoured by noble privilege like this,
Where kindred independence of estate 380
Is prevalent, where he who tills the field,
He, happy man! is master of the field,[369]
And treads the mountains which his fathers trod.
Not less than half-way up yon Mountain’s side