XXXIII.

Developing the mountains, leaves, and flowers, And shining in the brawling brook, where-by, Clear as its current, glide the sauntering hours With a calm languor, which, though to the eye Idlesse it seem, hath its morality-- If from society we learn to live,[me] 'Tis Solitude should teach us how to die; It hath no flatterers--Vanity can give No hollow aid; alone--man with his God must strive:[mf]