,  House, my lov'd, my sweet Retreat,
And all the Beauties that surround the Seat;
Where Nature smiles in all her fertile Pride;
Demand'st my Song, and Truth shall be my Guide.
Scarce  Garden more divinely fair;
Alike in Fragrance is thy balmy Air.
When bow'd by Sickness nigh the gloomy Grave,
Thy Air reviv'd, and Heav'n vouchsaf'd to save.