Oh , leave the Hut to the squeaking Mouse!
There is no Smoke in the Skylark's House!

High is the head of the Stag
That stands on his own Hill-crag.

T HREE Neighbors ever good
Are Mountain, Stream, and Wood.

T HE Deer, upon the Hill of a Dream of Grace,
Is awkward in the Village Market-place.

N IGHT is the Herdsman of the Vast
Who brings all Creatures home at last.

T HE Task is done! so, laying down the Pen,
To God's Own Hills I lift mine Eyes again.