Classic Poem

WRITTEN AT CLARENS .

Stranger ! if from the crowded walks of life
Thou lov'st to stray, and woo fair Solitude
Amid her woodland haunts; — silent to brood,
(Apart from worldly vanities, and strife,)
" O'er nature's charms, and see her stores unrolled,"
Let this sweet spot thy roving steps arrest.

Say, dwells the canker care within thy breast?
Lake Leman, murmuring o'er its sands of gold,
Shall soothe thee with soft music; — and thine eye, —
Although unused to glisten with delight, —
Survey the scene here opening on thy sight,
With 'raptured gaze. — Oh! if beneath the sky,
Stranger! to mortal man such seat be given,
What may HE hope, whose eye is fixed on Heaven!