Nature! sweet mistress of the pensive mind!
As on a sandy shore I musing stand,
And see around the wonders of thy hand,
I feel each passion soothed, each sense refined.

The icy plains above the whisp'ring tides,
The dreary woods that bound th'extensive view,
The light blue clouds that Sol's pale lustre hides
Vary thy tints, and ev'ry charm renew.

Still let me love, still woo thee to my arms,
For peace and virtue bless the heart that Nature charms.