INSCRIPTION for an ARBOUR

Enter, of welcome sure, beneath this shade, Ye sacred few, whose eyes can see with scorn The pomp of Luxury; who unseduc'd Can leave behind the city's noisy hum; And smitten with the charms of Innocence, Pleas'd with the lowly glen, and verdant lawn, The leafy covert, and secure retreat, Can hear with calm delight the thrush attune His wildly-warbled note; can hear with joy The village hind whistle his uncouth tune; And th' herd loud-lowing in the dale beneath.