For a CAVERN that overlooks the River AVON.

  Enter this cavern Stranger! the ascent

  Is long and steep and toilsome; here awhile

  Thou mayest repose thee, from the noontide heat

  O'ercanopied by this arch'd rock that strikes

  A grateful coolness: clasping its rough arms

  Round the rude portal, the old ivy hangs

  Its dark green branches down, and the wild Bees,

  O'er its grey blossoms murmuring ceaseless, make

  Most pleasant melody. No common spot

  Receives thee, for the Power who prompts the song,

  Loves this secluded haunt. The tide below

  Scarce sends the sound of waters to thine ear;

  And this high-hanging forest to the wind

  Varies its many hues. Gaze Stranger here!

  And let thy soften'd heart intensely feel

  How good, how lovely, Nature! When from hence

  Departing to the City's crouded streets,

  Thy sickening eye at every step revolts

  From scenes of vice and wretchedness; reflect

  That Man creates the evil he endures.