Inscription for an Arbour

Enter, of welcome sure, beneath this shade,
Ye sacred few, whose eyes can see with scorn
The pomp of Luxury; who unseduced
Can leave behind the city's noisy hum;
And smitten with the charms of innocence,
Pleased with the lowly glen, and verdant lawn,
The leafy covert, and secure retreat,
Can hear with calm delight the thrush attune
His wildly-warbled note; can hear with joy
The village hind whistle his uncouth tune;
And herds loud-lowing in the dale beneath.