"Look round," she cried; "here smiling plenty blooms,
" The ambient air breathes Nature's rich perfumes.
"Stay, O my father! at my urgent prayer,
" These vales obscure our Maker's bounties share;
"The bliss we seek the world may not contain,
" We rove romantic, and our toils are vain;
"In every spot we've various miseries found,
" Though transient joys are scatter'd all around. "