LOOK INTO THYSELF 



A Farewell 



Farewell, thou little Nook of mountain-ground, 



Thou rocky corner in the lowest stair 



Of that magnificent temple which doth bound 



One side of our whole vale with grandeur rare; 



Sweet garden-orchard, eminently fair, 



The loveliest spot that man hath ever found, 



Farewell! we leave thee to Heaven's peaceful 



care, 

 Thee, and the Cottage which thou dost surround. 



Our boat is safely anchored by the shore, 

 And there will safely ride when we are gone ; 

 The flowering shrubs that deck our humble door 

 Will prosper, though untended and alone: 

 Fields, goods, and far-off chattels we have none : 

 These narrow bounds contain our private store 

 Of things earth makes, and sun doth shine upon ; 

 Here are they in our sight we have no more. 



Dear Spot! which we have watched with tender 



heed, 



Bringing thee chosen plants and blossoms blown 

 Among the distant mountains, flower and weed, 



[H7] 



