Classic Poem

Here, where each charm that nature gives,
Delights the wandering eye;
Where spring in blooming verdure lives,
And flowerets never die:

Where winding walks the sight amuse,
And lull the thoughts to rest;
Where sweet varieties confuse;
And all the soul is blest;

Here M ARCUS spends his happy days,
Recluse from every ill
That follow busy worldlings ways,
And crowded cities fill.

In such a scene, our first great sire,
His early moments spent,
Each wish supply'd he could desire,
In every thing content.

But here, has Heaven been still more kind,
Unwilling to deceive;
And given what A DAM did not find,
A fair and faultless Eve .