Shock'd at the Place we hasted to return,
And left the horrid Mansion far behind;
Long time we travell'd through untrodden Paths,
Where the brown Forests cast an awful Gloom:
At length the floating Clouds began to part,
And left behind them Streaks of chearful Azure;
Our Path grew smooth and widen'd to the view,
Until it open'd on a spacious Field;
A Field whose Charms no Painter e'er cou'd reach,
Though he shou'd borrow from the Poet's Heav'n;
The Clime was temp'rate and the Air was still,
The sprouting Turf was of a beauteous Green,
Speckled with Flow'rs of a delicious Dye.
Here crystal Lakes were border'd round with Trees,
Where Blossoms flourish'd in eternal Spring;
For here the Groves no blasting Tempests know,
But still are blest with Fruits that ne'er decay:
Perpetual Sun-shine crown'd the gaudy Hills,
And the fair Vallies were with Plenty gay.