Thro’ the blest round of youths delightful hours,

How sweet thro’ Fancy’s flowery fields to stray,

Catch the wild notes inventive Genius pours,

And stamp on lasting leaveas the genuine lay.

Nor think those hours to trivial cares resign’d

Thou with the favoring Muses mayst employ;

Tis they who harmonize the youthful mind,

And open every Avenue to Joy.

Bid the free Soul the groveling Crew[?] despise,

Whom humbler hopes of Pow’r and Riches move,

Bid the free Soul to nobler prospects rise,

To Fancy Friendship Harmony and Love.