Hail, solitude, thou gentle queen,
Of modest air and brow serene!
’Tis thou inspires the poet’s theme,
Wrapped in sweet vision’s airy dream.

With Thee the charms of life shall last,
E’en when the rosy bloom is past,
When slowly pacing time shall spread
Thy silver blossom o’er my head,
No more with this vain world perplexed,
Thou shalt prepare me for the next.