Chatsworth! thy stately mansion, and the pride...

Chatsworth! thy stately mansion, and the pride

Of thy domain, strange contrast do present

To house and home in many a craggy rent

Of the wild Peak; where new-born waters glide

Through fields whose thrifty occupants abide

As in a dear and chosen banishment,

With every semblance of entire content;

So kind is simple Nature, fairly tried!

Yet He whose heart in childhood gave her troth

To pastoral dales, thin-set with modest farms,

May learn, if judgment strengthen with his growth,

That, not for Fancy only, pomp hath charms;

And, strenuous to protect from lawless harms

The extremes of favoured life, may honour both.