Oh! to some distant scene, a willing exile
From the wild roar of this busy world,
Were it my fate with Delia to retire,
With her to wander through the sylvan shade,
Each morn, or o'er the moss-embrowned turf,
Where, blest as the prime parents of mankind
In their own Eden, we should envy none,
But, greatly pitying whom the world calls happy
Gently spin out the silken thread of life!
More verses by William Cowper
- Love Faithful In The Absence Of The Beloved
- Olney Hymn 33: Seeking The Beloved
- On Hermocratia (From The Greek)
- On A Similar Character (From The Greek)
- On Envy (From The Greek)
