Sinopsis

THE sun ascends a cloudless sky, The moistening dews before him fly; How sweet to pace the fields at dawn, This mild, serene, salubrious morn, Where fluttering oft his russet wings, Untutor'd notes the Redbreast sings; Or walking on the rising ground, To scan the wide-spread landscape round, Where at one sweeping glance we see, (Interspers'd with many a tree) Houses, bridges, hedges, hills, Castles, turrets, spires, and mills