 | The poetical works of Samuel Woodworth |  |
SWEET SECLUSION.
Here, in scenes of sweet seclusion,
Far from bustling towns, we dwell,
While around, in rich profusion,
Autumn's yellow bounties swell.
Far from bustling towns, we dwell,
While around, in rich profusion,
Autumn's yellow bounties swell.
There, the loaded fruit-trees, bending,
Strew with mellow gold the land;
Here, on high, from vines impending,
Purple clusters court the hand.
Strew with mellow gold the land;
Here, on high, from vines impending,
Purple clusters court the hand.
All the day, to recreate us,
Strains of music freight the breeze,
Healthful sports at eve awaits us,
What are city joys to those?
Strains of music freight the breeze,
Healthful sports at eve awaits us,
What are city joys to those?
| The poetical works of Samuel Woodworth | |