Happy for thee! a lib'ral Briton here,
Gentle yet shrewd, tho' learned not severe.
Fairly thy merit dares impart,
Asserts thy hospitable heart,
Proves that luxuriance smiles upon thy plains,
And wit and valour grace thy hardy swains.

[Footnote A: Dr. Johnson, author of the Rambler.]
[Footnote B: Alluding to his dress, as described by Mr. Boswell.]




LINES

WRITTEN UPON A HILL,

_On leaving the Country_.


Ah! sweet romantic spot, adieu!
Ere your green fields again I view,
These looks may change their youthful hue.

Dependence sternly bids me part
From all that ye, lov'd scenes! impart,
Far from my treasure and my heart.

Tho' winter shall your bloom invade,