Stranger! if from the crowded walks of life <br />Thou lovest to stray, and woo fair Solitude <br />Amid her woodland bowers;—silent to brood, <br />Apart from world's vanities and strife, <br />O'er nature's charms, her fairest haunts behold, <br />Let this sweet spot thy roving steps arrest! <br />Say, dwells the canker Care within thy breast? <br />Yon streamlet, murmuring o'er its sands of gold, <br />Shall soothe thee with soft music; and thine eye,— <br />Albeit unused to glisten with delight,— <br />Survey the scene here opening on thy sight, <br />With 'raptured gaze!—Oh, if beneath the sky, <br />Stranger, to mortal man such home be given <br />What may he hope, whose eye is fixed on Heaven!<br /><br />Alaric Alexander Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/inscription-2/
