Reflections such as meliorate the heart, That draw the sportsman over hill and dale, Could pageantry and dance, and feast and song, Cultured and capable of sober thought, Well-one at least is safe. One shelter'd hare Has never heard the sanguinary yell Of cruel man, exulting in her woes. Has made at last familiar; she has lost To thy straw couch, and slumber unalarm'd; For I have gain'd thy confidence, have pledged I knew at least one hare that had a friend.* How various his employments whom the world Calls idle; and who justly in return Esteems that busy world an idler too! Friends, books, a garden, and perhaps his pen, And Nature, in her cultivated trim Dress'd to his taste, inviting him abroad Can he want occupation who has these? See Note at end of the Volume. Too oft, and much impeded in its work, That has a heart, and keeps it; has a mind Has business; feels himself engaged to achieve A life all turbulence and noise may seem Or dives not for it, or brings up instead, The morning finds the self-sequester'd man Fresh for his task, intend what task he may. Whether inclement seasons recommend His warm but simple home, where he enjoys With her who shares his pleasures and his heart, Sweet converse, sipping calm the fragrant lymph Which neatly she prepares; then to his book Well chosen, and not sullenly perused In selfish silence, but imparted oft, |