Also Written At The Request Of Lady Austen. Air''The Lass Of Peatie'S Mill.' When All Within Is Peace, How Nature Seems To Smile! Delights That Never Cease The Livelong Day Beguile. From Morn To Dewy Eve With Open Hand She Showers Fresh Blessings, To Deceive And Soothe The Silent Hours. It Is Content Of Heart Gives Nature Power To Please; The Mind That Feels No Smart Enlivens All It Sees; Can Make A Wintry Sky Seem Bright As Smiling May, And Evening'S Closing Eye As Peep Of Early Day. The Vast Majestic Globe, So Beauteously Array'D In Nature'S Various Robe, With Wondrous Skill Display'D, Is To A Mourner'S Heart A Dreary Wild At Best; It Flutters To Depart, And Longs To Be At Rest.