Hail heav'n-born virgin fair, and free,
Of language mild, of aspect gay,
Whose voice the sullen family
Of care and discontent obey!
By thee inspir'd the simplest scenes,
The russet cots, the lowly glens,
Mountains, on whose craggy brow
Nature's lawless tenants feed,
Bushy dells, and streams, that flow
Thro' the vi'let-purpled mead,
Delight; thy breath exalts the rich perfumes,
That brooding o'er embalm the bean-flow'r field,
Beyond Sabean sweets, and all the gums
The spicy desarts of Arabia yield.