Classic Poem

G! since first I sought thy rural shade,
What fond regrets disturb my anxious mind!
For many a much-lov'd joy I left behind,
For many a shady wood, or smiling glade,
Where with some open-hearted Friend I stray'd;
Or Fair of modest mien, and soul refin'd,
Of charms, unvalu'd by the vulgar kind,
Sweet mental charms, that flourish undecay'd.
But though, perhaps, full oft a silent tear,
As slow I pac'd o'er dale or verdant mead,
These eyes have shed; I yet have witness'd here
Some joy, and on thy mem'ry long shall feed:
Hadst thou a friend my ling'ring hours to chear,
Thy vallies, hills, and groves, were sweet indeed.