Classic Poem

WHERE THE AUTHOR RESIDED A SMALL PART OF THE SUMMER .

Ye shades! where, in his native tongue,
His native strains a Ramsay sung;
Delightful shades, by nature blest,
Of all that most can please possest,
Whose scenes in sweet confusion rise,
And feed with varied charms the eyes;
Thy copious waters smoothly flow,
And scatter plenty, as they go;
With trees thy lofty hills are crown'd,
And blushing fruits o'erspread the ground.
Both pleasing arts, and useful toil,
Conspire to crown thy happy soil:
Each charm of nature is express'd,
In art's most graceful habit dress'd.
Be this my wish: — May such a seat
Afford my age a last retreat;
There peaceful may I lay me down,
And all my cares and labours crown,
Without regret review the past,
Without a fear survey my last;
In calm repose life's ev'ning spend,
And unconcern'dly meet my end!