On the 16th December

Unlike December's frown this gladsome day Inspires my bosom, and invites my lay. The sun meridian darting from on high, Lights the gay scene, and brightens all the sky; Soft rolls the glassy main; the lightsome breeze Brings to my heart serenity and ease. Here calmness reigns; nought but the lowing herds, The waters falling, and the twittering birds, Invade the ear; here, in this tranquil scene, Far from the notice and the noise of men, Here, could I peaceful live, nor breathe a sigh For gayer views, and happy could I die.