Classic Poem

Happy old man! here, 'mid your well-known streams
And sacred fountains, you may long enjoy
The quiet coolness of the solemn shade.
There o'er the hedge, that bounds your narrow field,
The bees, that wanton on the willow's bloom,
Shall, by their hum, invite you to repose:
There, 'neath the brow of yonder lofty cliff,
The pruner's voice shall sing aloud to heaven:
Meanwhile, amid the still and gloomy grove,
The hoarse wood-pigeons, thy delight, shall coo,
And high amid the elm's aerial boughs
The lonely turtle pour her ceaseless moan.