Lines Written in a Hermitage on the Sea-Shore

O WANDERER! would thy heart forget

Each earthly passion and regret,

And would thy wearied spirit rise

To commune with its native skies;

Pause for awhile, and deem it sweet

To linger in this calm retreat;

And from earth, air, and ocean rise

No sounds but plaintive melodies;

Soothed by their softly mingling swell,

As daylight bids the world farewell,

The rustling wood, the dying breeze,

The faint, low rippling of the seas,