There the brown fells ascend the sky,
Below, the green inclosures lie;
Along their sloping sides supine
The peaceful villages recline:
On azure roofs bright sun-beams play.
And make the meanest dwelling gay.
Thus oft the wise all-ruling Mind
Is to the lowly cottage kind,
Bids there his beams of favour fall,
While sorrow crowds the lofty hall,
That this may fear his awful frown,
And grateful that his goodness own.