Rural Happiness

Far from the town's tumultuous noise, What pleasures grace the rural vale! Hail, calm delights, unenvied joys! Ye scenes of peace and virtue, hail!

How green the woods, how gay the bow'rs! How ev'ry mead's profusely crown'd With springing herbs, and od'rous flow'rs, Ambrosial fragrance breathes around!

With concert full, on ev'ry spray, The vocal tenants of the grove, In many a wildly warbled lay, Mellifluous tell their artless love.

Meandering rills, that pour along Adown the green hill's tufted brow, Quick bubbling join the general song, And gladsome "warble as they flow."

How sweet amidst his circling flock, The shepherd's tender flute complains! While echo from the moss-clad rock, Prolongs the gently dying strains.

Far from the town's perpetual noise, What beauties grace the rural vale, Hail calm delights, unenvied joys, Ye scenes of peace and virtue, hail!