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Literary Gazette, 8th May, 1824, Page 299
Of bees, and plant a sweetbriar by the stand.
Around, the country should be pleasant fields,
Corn and green meadows, and their hedges rich
With the luxuriant May and wilding rose;
And in the summer time wood strawberries,
Mixed with the azure bird's-eye at their roots.
Away, yet still the village should be seen
Visible, peeping from the tall elm trees,
With its white church and sunset-gilded spire.
And there should be a little brook, o'erhung
With graceful willows, and the water lily
Upon its calm cold surface; and at noon
Its ripple would come musical and low,
Mixed with the wood-dove's plaining to her mate.
I could be happy any where with thee!
But this, dear love!—this would be Paradise!
L. E. L.
