John Wall Callcott - Lone dweller of the rock - текст песни (слова)

Lone dweller of the rock By John Rannie (lived 18th Century)
 
 Lone dweller of the rock, whose echoes mourn
 So deeply with the sounds of vague complaint,
 The blessings of thy peaceful mansion spurn,
 Or with thy portion learn to be content.
 All Nature's gifts are thine, On Ocean's breast
 The silent moon with dewy lustre streams;
 And soon as Phoebus brightens in the East,
 He lights thy chamber with his golden beams,
 To save it from the storm with friendly care,
 Around thy mossy cave the wild woods tower;
 And there the plaintive choristers, the choristers of air,
 Their grateful notes of adoration pour,
 Lone dweller of the rock, to murmur cease,
 The cell of solitude should harbour peace.