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117 IV.

COMPOSED IN THE YEAR 1802.

, thou little Nook of mountain-ground,

Thou rocky corner in the lowest stair

Of that magnificent Temple which doth bound

One side of our whole Vale with grandeur rare;

Sweet Garden-orchard, eminently fair,

The loveliest spot that man hath ever found,

Farewell!—we leave thee to heaven's peaceful care,

Thee, and the Cottage which thou dost surround.

Our Boat is safely anchored by the shore,

And safely she will ride when we are gone;

The flowering shrubs that decorate our door

Will prosper, though untended and alone:

Fields, goods, and far-off chattels we have none;

These narrow bounds contain our private store

Of things earth makes and sun doth shine upon;

Here are they in our sight—we have no more.