"Come, gentle Air! and while the thickets bloom,
"Convey the jasmin's breath divine,
"Convey the woodbine's rich perfume,
"Nor spare the sweet-leaft eglantine.
"And may'st thou shun the rugged storm
"Till Health her wonted charms explain,
"With rural pleasure in her train,
"To greet me in her fairest form.
"While from this lofty mount I view
"The sons of earth, the vulgar crew,
"Anxious for futile gains beneath me stray,
"And seek with erring step Contentment's obvious way.