ODE
.
BY
THE
SAME
.
O
Far
remov'd
from
my
retreat
Be
Avarice
and
Ambition's
feet
!
Give
me
,
unconscious
of
their
power
,
To
taste
the
peaceful
,
social
hour
:
Give
me
,
beneath
the
branching
vine
;
The
woodbine
sweet
,
or
eglantine
,
While
evening
sheds
its
balmy
dews
,
To
court
the
chaste
inspiring
Muse
!
Or
,
with
the
partner
of
my
soul
To
mix
the
heart-expanding
bowl
!
Yes
,
dear
Sabina
,
when
with
thee
I
hail
the
Goddess
,
Liberty
;
When
,
joyous
,
thro'
the
leafy
grove
,
Or
o'er
the
flowery
mead
,
we
rove
;
When
thy
dear
,
tender
bosom
shares
Thy
faithful
Delia's
joys
and
cares
;
Nor
Pomp
,
nor
Wealth
my
wishes
move
.
Nor
the
more
soft
deceiver
,
Love
.