He May Be Envied, Who With Tranquil Breast

He may be envied, who with tranquil breast
     Can wander in the wild and woodland scene,
When Summer's glowing hands have newly drest
     The shadowy forests and the copses green;
Who, unpursued by care, can pass his hours
     Where briony and woodbine fringe the trees,
     On thymy banks reposing, while the bees
Murmur "their fairy tunes in praise of flowers;"
Or on the rock with ivy clad, and fern
     That overhangs the ozier-whispering bed
Of some clear current, bid his wishes turn
     From this bad world; and by calm reason led,
Knows, in refined retirement to possess
By friendship hallowed - rural happiness.