The American Songster, Song

Farewell, the smoaky town, adieu, Each rude and sensual joy: Gay, fleeting pleasures, all untrue, That in possession cloy.

Far from the garnish'd scene I'll fly, Where folly keeps her court, To wholesome sound philosophy, And harmless rural sport.

How happy is the humble cell, How blest the deep retreat, Where sorrows billows never swell, Nor passion's tempests beat!

But safely thro' the sea of life, Calm reason wafts us o'er, Free from ambition, noise, and strife, To death's eternal shore.