"Rest, happy fair!" he cries, "who here hast found
From all the storms of life a safe retreat,
Sorrow thy breast henceforth no more shall wound
Nor care invade thee in this quiet seat:
The voice of the distressed no more shall meet
The sympathising ear; another's woes
Shall never interrupt the stillness sweet,
Which here shall hush thee to serene repose,
Nor damp the constant joys these scenes for thee disclose.