As here, alone, I muse — to Fancy's eye,
The former scenes of gaiety appear,
That fill'd the lively dancer's heart with joy,
When Chearfulness once held her vigils here.

Here the young lovers, link'd, as partners dear,
Together danc'd, or to a seat retir'd,
And, whilst the pow'r of Music charm'd the ear,
They whisper'd sweeter sounds, that Love inspir'd.

Now, Knowledge here her altar deigns to rear,
Adorn'd with all that Genius can bestow;
Her treasure she displays to win the Fair,
And fill their tender hearts with Virtue's glow.

Hither the curious youth, with willing feet,
Shall come, to blend instruction with delight;
Here, various tastes shall various pleasure meet:
The Muses and the Graces here unite.