DElightful Eden! parent stream,
Yet shall the maids of Memory say,
When, led by Fancy's fairy dream,
My young steps trac'd thy winding way;
How oft along thy mazy shore,
Where slowly wav'd the willows hoar,
In pensive thought their poet stray'd;
Or, dozing near thy meadow'd side,
Beheld thy dimply waters glide,
Bright thro' trembling shade.