On CONTEMPLATIVE EASE.

On CONTEMPLATIVE EASE.

Rejoice ye jovial sons of mirth, By sparkling wine inspir'd; A joy of more intrinsic worth I feel, while thus retir'd.

Excluded from the ranting crew, Amongst these fragrant trees I walk, the twinkling stars to view, In solitary ease.

Half wrap'd in clouds, the half-form'd moon Beams forth a cheering ray, Surpassing all the pride of noon, Or charms of early day.

The birds are hush'd, and not a breeze Disturbs the pendant leaves; My passion's hush'd as calm as these, No sigh my bosom heaves.

While great ones make a splendid show, In equipage or dress, I'm happy here, nor wish below For greater happiness.