Twas thus his fond inquiry us'd to trace
Through natures secret with unwearied eye
& watch the shifting seasons changing grace
Springs first wild flower & summers painted sky
The insect creeping & the birds that fly
The autumns dying breeze the winter-wind
That bellowd round his hut most mournfully
& as his years increasd his taste refind
& fancy with new charms enlightens up his mind
#poetry #environment
#honesty
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