STANZAS
written
on
taking
the
Air
after
a
long
Illness
.
By
the
same
.
I.
HAIL
,
genial
sun
!
I
feel
thy
powerful
ray
Strike
vigorous
health
into
each
languid
vein
;
Lo
,
at
thy
bright
approach
,
are
fled
away
The
pale-ey'd
sisters
Grief
,
Disease
,
and
Pain
.
II
.
O
hills
,
O
forests
,
and
thou
painted
mead
,
Again
admit
me
to
your
secret
seats
,
From
the
dark
bed
of
pining
sickness
free'd
,
With
double
joy
I
seek
your
green
retreats
.
III
.
Yet
once
more
,
O
ye
rivers
,
shall
I
lie
,
In
summer
evenings
on
your
willow'd
banks
,
And
unobserv'd
by
passing
shepherd's
eye
,
View
the
light
Naiads
trip
in
wanton
ranks
.
IV
.
Each
rural
object
charms
,
so
long
unseen
,
The
blooming
orchards
,
the
white
wand'ring
flocks
,
The
fields
array'd
in
sight-refreshing
green
,
And
with
his
loosen'd
yoke
the
wearied
ox
.
V.
Here
let
me
stop
beneath
this
spreading
bush
,
While
Zephyr's
voice
I
hear
the
boughs
among
,
And
listen
to
the
sweet
thick-warbling
thrush
,
Much
have
I
wish'd
to
hear
her
vernal
song
.
VI
.
The
Dryad
Health
frequents
this
hallow'd
grove
,
O
where
may
I
the
lovely
virgin
meet
?
From
morn
to
dewy
evening
will
I
rove
To
find
her
haunts
,
and
lay
an
off'ring
at
her
feet
.