IN the deep bosom of my grove,
A sweet recess survey!
Where birds, with elegies of love,
Make vocal every spray.
A silvan spot, with woods — with waters crown'd,
With all the rural honours blooming round!

This little, but commodious seat
(Where Nature weds with Art)
A'nt to the eye superbly great;
Its beauties charm the heart.
Here, may the happy founder and his race
Pass their full days in harmony and peace!