He may be envied, who with tranquil breast
Can wander in the wild and woodland
When Summer's glowing hands have newly drest
The shadowy forests and the copses
Who, unpursued by care, can pass his hours
Where briony and woodbine fringe the
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
Knows, in refined retirement to possess
By friendship hallowed - rural happiness.