Note 785 — ADELPHI.

"Ye verdant hills, ye soft umbrageous vales, Fann'd by light Zephyr's health-inspiring gales; Ye woods, whose boughs in rich luxuriance wave; Ye sparkling rivulets, whose waters lave Those meads, where erst, at morning's dewy prime, (Reckless of shoals beneath the stream of Time,) My vagrant feet your flowery margin press'd, Whilst Heaven gave back the sunshine in my breast:— O, would the powers that rule my wayward lot Restore me to the lone paternal cot! There, far from folly, fraud's ensnaring wiles, The world's dark frown, or still more dangerous smiles, Let peaceful duties peaceful hours engage; Till, winding gently down the slope of age, Tranquil I mark life's swift-declining day Fling deeper shades athwart my lessening way; And pleased, at last put off this mortal coil, Again to mingle with its kindred soil Beneath the grassy turf, or silent stone; Unseen the path I trod, my resting-place unknown."