By
a
Person
of
Quality
.
Remote
from
Strife
,
from
urban
Throngs
,
and
Noise
.
Here
dwells
my
Soul
amidst
domestic
Joys
:
No
ratling
Coaches
serious
Thoughts
annoy
;
Nor
busy
prating
Fools
my
Peace
destroy
:
Wrapt
up
in
all
the
Sweets
of
rural
Ease
,
My
great
Creator's
Works
my
Senses
please
.
The
Mind
,
in
peaceful
Solitude
,
has
Room
To
range
in
Thought
,
and
ramble
far
from
home
,
Others
may
court
the
Joys
which
Princes
give
,
Whilst
I
,
in
sacred
Silence
,
truly
live
.