AN INSCRIPTION IN THE CELL, by GILBERT WEST
First Line: Sweet bird, that sing'st on yonder spray Last Line: In solitude itself is bless'd.
SWEET bird, that sing'st on yonder spray, Pursue unharm'd thy silvan lay; While I, beneath this breezy shade, In peace repose my careless head; And joining thy enraptured song, Instruct the world-enamour'd throng, That the contented harmless breast In solitude itself is bless'd.