Charlotte Smith - Retirement lyrics

He may be envied who with tranquil breast Can wander in the wild and woodland scene, When summer's glowing hands have newly dressed The shadowy forests and the copses green; Who unpursued by care can pa** his hours Where briony and woodbine fringe the trees, On thymy banks reposing, while the bees Murmur "their fairy tunes in praise of flowers"; Or on the rock with ivy clad and fern That overhangs the osier-whispering bed Of some clear current, bids his wishes turn From this bad world; and by calm reason led, Knows in refined retirement to possess, My friendship hallowed, rural happiness!