Classic Poem

I FEEL a breeze of joy my heart inspire,
To view these hills and vales, my youth's abode,
Where first my breast with warm ideas glow'd,
Where first I woke my unambitious lyre,
Each thought serene, and spotless each desire:
My spirits, free from Care's oppressive load,
On Nature's sweets a brighter bloom bestow'd,
Nor sick'ning shunn'd the morn's returning fire.
Though green thy woods, and fruitful all thy plains,
Not these alone could charm my pensive breast:
H, for this I love to wander o'er
Thy fair retreats, that here imprest remains
The mem'ry of those hours, which saw me blest,
That those I love have pac'd thy pleasing shore.