There is a charm in solitude that cheers

There is a charm in Solitude that cheers

A feeling that the world knows nothing of

A green delight the wounded mind endears

After the hustling world is broken off

Whose whole delight was crime at good to scoff

Green solitude his prison pleasure yields

The bitch fox heeds him not-birds seem to laugh

He lives the Crusoe of his lonely fields

Which dark green oaks his noontide leisure shields