Welcome, ye shades! ye bowery thickets, hail!
Ye lofty pines! ye venerable oaks!
Ye ashes wild, resounding o'er the steep!
Delicious is your shelter to the soul,
As to the hunted hart the sallying spring,
Or stream full-flowing, that his swelling sides
Laves, as he floats along the herbag'd brink.
Cold thro' the nerves, your pleasing comfort glides;
The heart beats glad; the fresh-expanded eye,
And ear resume their watch; the sinews knit;
And life shoots swift thro' every lighten'd limb.