I'd gaze upon those ancient trees,
Round that sweet rural home.





THE OAK AND THE RILL:

OR, INDOLENT WEALTH AND HONEST LABOR.

COMPOSED FOR THE FRANKLIN AGRICULTURAL SOCIETY.


To find employment for my pen,
I wandered from the haunts of men,
And sought a little rising ground,
With lofty oaks and elm trees crowned,
Where I might court the friendly muse,
Who ever thinks herself abused
When woo'd 'midst tumult, noise and strife,
And all the busy cares of life.
With senses quite absorbed in thought,
While all beside seemed half forgot,
I wandered on till I had strayed
Beneath an oak tree's ample shade,
Whose lofty top towered up so high,
It seemed aspiring for the sky.
Just at the basement of the hill,
A modest little purling rill