Sequestered from the city's noise, Its tumults and fantastic joys, Fair nymphs and swains retire Where Delaware's far-rolling tide Majestic winds by Gloucester's side, Whose shades new joys inspire. There innocence and mirth resort, And round its banks the graces sport -- Young love, delight, and joy; Bright blushing health unlocks his springs, Each grove around its fragrance flings With sweets that never cloy. These are Aurora's rural sweets -- Fresh dew-drops, flowers and green retreats, Perfume, and balmy air. Rise then and greet the new-born day! Rise, fair ones, join the linnet's lay, And Nature's pleasures share! So shall gay health your cheeks adorn With blushes sweeter than the morn And fresh as early day; And then that @3Gloucester is the place To add to beauty's brightest grace@1, The world around shall say. |