THE SWEDISH COTTAGE...

Here, far from all the pomp ambition seeks,
Much sought, but only whilst untasted prais'd,
content and Innocence, with rosy cheeks,
Enjoy the simple shed their hands have rais'd.


Behind, the forest fir is heard to sigh,
On which the pensive ear delights to dwell;
And, as the grazing goat looks up and rings his bell.
Oh ! in my native land, ere life's decline,
May such a spot, so wild, so sweet, be mine for ever !