By Ders side my Fattage stood,

    (tless story told)

    One ?eld, a ?ock, and he neighbouring ?ood

    Supplied, to han mines of gold.

    Ligransport rolld:

    itless joy I stretche shore

    My fats, or che fold

    ore,

    A dizzy dept and twinkling oar.

    My father was a good and pious man,

    An  man by  parents bred,

    And I believe t, soon as I began

    to lisp, he made me kneel beside my bed,

    And in here my prayers I said:

    And afteraught,

    I read, and loved the books in which I read;

    For books in every neig,

    And noto my mind a ser pleasure brought.

    Can I forget w charms did once adorn

    My garden, stored , and thyme,

    And rose and lilly for th morn?

    tful chime;

    t sime;

    My  through long grass scarce espied;

    t Mays dewy prime;

    t, er-side,

    From far to meet me came, spreading their snowy pride.

    taff I yet remember which upbore

    tive sire;

    beneathe honeyed sycamore

    er ?re;

    -morning came, t attire

    it on e, myself I deckd;

    My carts of furious ire,

    ranger passed, so often I have checkd;

    t kno peckd.

    ty summers danced along,--

    Atle marked,  they rolled away:

    then rose a mansion proud our woods among,

    And cottage after cottage os sway,

    No joy to see a neigray

    tures not er took;

    My Father dared his greedy wish gainsay;

    ar