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 Upon their spicy beds that odors yield More fragrant far; and birds of rarer note Among their groves pour richer melodies; And lordlier dwellings rise. But where hath earth A soil more free, a clime that ministers More vigor to the frame, or fosters more True energy of soul? Where Nature's face A nobler aspect—mountain crests that climb In their blue dimness, reverend forests tall Crowning the hills with majesty and grace, And waterfalls that, with sonorous voice Softened by distance, charm the listening ear? Where doth the rustic dwelling more bespeak Substantial comfort, or with happier art Where Luxury convenience blend with taste?

In yon sweet vale that—mingling field and grove In fair confusion—fills the roving eye With images of beauty; on a slope Gently declining toward the midday sun, A modest mansion stands; a rural Home;