Verses Written in an Alcove at

Stranger! here prolong thy stay, And the rural scene survey: Blossoms beautify the trees, Soft and pleasing is the breeze; Tho' the polyanthus dies, Fairer flowers begin to rise. Roses rear their crimson heads, Tulips decorate yon beds; Linnets chaunt sweet minstrelsy; See how active is the bee! Lo, she flies from flower to flower, And exerts her chymic power.

View yon grotto in the dell, And admire each polish'd shell: Then, with rapture, turn thine eye To the rill that murmurs by. Mark the distant mountain's steep, And the snowy flocks of sheep; And the cattle grazing there.— Stranger! God is every where. In each favourite scene I see Omnipresent Deity: Even the rill and antique rock, Lowing herd, and harmless flock; Even the Anchorite's abode, Evince a wise and powerful God.