"On Visiting an Old Family Residence." by Jane Taylor (1783-1824)
LET pensive Memory trace her wonted round
In these familiar walks:–'t is fairy ground:
Still to her view upheld in bright array,
Birds in the bowers, and roses ever gay.
Let grateful thought with deeper musings roam
Through each loved haunt of this deserted home.
Long from the social altar, year by year,
The patriarch's prayer went up accepted here,
And lo! in answer to the faithful call,
On children's children showers of blessings fall.
Embowered retreat! how fair to Christians' eyes:
Sure 't was heaven's gate! a nursery for the skies!