XXI.

Ah better far on Albion’s soil to tread The verdurous meadow or the breezy hill, For peaceful toil or sportful wandering spread, In pastoral loveliness unrivalled still; Where blend sweet lane and slope with murmuring rill, Hedgerow, and vocal grove, and village green, And gardens fair and homesteads bright which fill True household gods and beauty,--there, I ween, Alone ’neath tempering clouds in full perfection seen.