Extempore On Arriving In The Country.

EXTEMPORE ON ARRIVING IN THE COUNTRY.

Can silent pleasures give my love the smile Of sweet content, of happiness serene? Can Anna's care, her tenderness beguile The languor of a solitary scene?

Yes, for with anxious love I'll watch his eye, His will, his wishes in his features trace; With fond impatience to prevent them fly, My sweet reward, a smile from his dear face.