The hand of industry employ'd no more,
And commerce flying to fome safer shore;
All property reduc'd, to power a prey,
And fenfe and learning chas'd by zeal away?
Who honours not each dear departed ghost,
That ftrove for liberty fo won, so lost:
So well regain'd when godlike William rofe,
And first entail'd the bleffing George bestows?
May Walpole ftill the growing triumph raife,
And bid these emulate Eliza's days;
Still ferve a prince, who, o'er his people great,
As far tranfcends in virtue, as in state!
The mufe pursues thee to thy rural feat;
Ev'n there fhall liberty infpire retreat.
When folemn cares in flowing wit are drown'd,
And sportive chat and focial laughs go round:
Ev'n then, when pausing mirth begins to fail,
The converfe varies to the ferious tale.
The tale pathetic speaks fome wretch that owes
To fome deficient law reliefless woes.
What inftant pity warms thy generous breast!
How all the legiflator ftands confefs'd!
Now Springs the hint! 'tis now improv'd to
thought!!
Now ripe and now to public welfare brought!
New bills, which regulating means bestow,
Juftice preferve, yet softening mercy know:
Juftice fhall low vexatious wiles decline,
And still thrive moft, when lawyers most repine,
Juftice from jargon fhall refin'd appear,
To knowledge through our native language clear.
Hence we may learn, no more deceiv'd by law,
Whence wealth and life their beft affurance draw.
The freed infolvent, with industrious hand,
Strives yet to fatisfy the just demand:
Thus ruthless men, who would his powers re-
ftrain,
Oft what feverity would lofe obtain.
These, and a thousand gifts, thy thought ac-
quires,
Which liberty benevolent infpires.
From liberty the fruits of law increase,
Plenty, and joy, and all the arts of peace.
Abroad the merchant, while the tempefts rave,
Adventurous fails, nor fears the wind and wave;
At home untir'd we find th' aufpicious hand
With flocks, and herds, and harvefts, blefs the land:
While there, the peafant glads the grateful foil,
Here mark the fhipwright, there the mason toil,
Hew, fquare, and rear, magnificent, the stone,
And give our oaks a glory not their own!
What life demands by this obeys her call,
And added elegance confummates all.
Thus ftately cities, ftatelier navies rife,
And fpread our grandeur under distant skies.
From liberty each nobler science sprung,
A Bacon brighten'd, and a Spenser fung:
A Clarke and Locke new tracks of truth explore,
And Newton reaches heights unreach'd before.
What trade fees property that wealth maintain,
What industry no longer dreads to gain;
What tender confcience kneels with fears refign'd,
Enjoys her worship, and avows her mind;
What genius now from want to fortune climbs,
And to fafe fcience every thought sublimes;
What royal power, from his fuperior state,
Sees public happiness his own create;
But kens thofe patriot fouls, to which he owes
Of old each fource, whence now each bleffing
flows?
And if such spirits from their heaven defcend,
And blended flame, to point one glorious end;
Flame from one breaft, and thence to Britain shine,
What love, what praise, O Walpole, then is thine
On her Majefty's Birth-day, 1731-2
TWICE twenty tedious moons have roll'd away,
Since hope, kind flatterer! tun'd my penfive lay,
Whispering, that you, who rais'd me from defpa
Meant, by your fmiles, to make life worth
With pitying hand an orphan's tears to screen,
And o'er the motherless extend the queen.
'Twill be the prophet guides the poet's ftrain'
Grief never touch'd a heart like your's in vain:
Heaven gave you power, because you love to bles
And pity, when you feel it, is redress.
Two fathers join'd to reb my claim of one!
My mother too thought fit to have no fon!
The fenate next, whofe aid the helpless own,
Forgot my infant wrongs, and mine alone!
Yet parents pitylefs, nor peers unkind,
Nor titles loft, nor woes myfterious join'd,
Strip me of hope---by heav'n thus lowly laid,
To find a Pharoah's daughter in the shade.
You cannot hear unmov'd, when wrongs in
Your heart is woman, though your mind be mort
Kind, like the power who gave you to our prayers,
You would not lengthen life to sharpen cares;
They, who a barren leave to live bestow,
Snatch but from death to facrifice to woe.
Hated by her from whom my life I drew,
Whence should I hope, if not from heaven and you?
Nor dare I groan beneath affliction's rod,
My queen my mother, and my father---God.
The pitying mufes faw me wit pursue;
A baftard-fon, alas! on that fide too,
Did not your eyes exalt the poet's fire,
And what the mufe denies, the queen inspire?
While rifing thus your heavenly foul to view,
I learn, how angels think, by copying you.
Great princess! 'tis decreed--once every year
I march uncall'd your Laureat Volunteer;
Thus fhall your poet his low genius raife, [praife.
And charm the world with truths too vaft for
Nor nead I dwell on glories all your own,
Since furer means to tempt your fmiles are known;
Your poet fhall allot your lord his part,
And paint him in his nobleft throne---your heut
Is there a greatnefs that adorns him beft,
A rifing with, that ripens in his breast?
Has he foremeant fome diftant age to bless,
Difarm oppreffion, or expel diftrefs?
Plans he fome fcheme to reconcile mankind,
People the feas, and bufy every wind?
Would he by pity the deceiv'd reclaim,
And smile contending factions into fhame?
Would his example lend his laws a weight,
And breathe his own foft morals o'er his ftate?
The mufe fhall find it all, fhall make it feen,
And teach the world his praife, to charm his
queen.
Such be the annual truths my verse imparts,
Nor frown, fair favourite of a people's hearts!
Happy if, plac'd, perchance, beneath your eye,
My mufe, unpenfion'd, might her pinions try;
Fearless to fail, whilft you indulge her flame,
And bid me proudly boast your Laureat's name;
Renobled thus by wreaths my queen bestows,
I lofe all memory of wrongs and woes.
On her Majefly's Eirth-day, 1732-3.
"GREAT princefs, 'tis decreed! once every year,
"I march uncall'd, your Laureat Volunteer."
So fung the mufe; nor fung the muse in vain :
My queen accepts, the year renews the strain.
Ere first your influence fhone with heavenly aid,
Each thought was terror; for each view was fhade.
Fortune to life each flowery path deny'd;
No fcience learn'd to bloom, no lay to glide.
Inftead of hallow'd hill, or vocal vale,
Or ftream, fweet-echoing to the tuneful tale;
Damp dens confin'd, or barren deferts spread,
With fpectres haunted, and the mufes fled;
Ruins in penfive emblem feem to rife,
And all was dark, or wild, to fancy's eyes.
But hark! a gladdening voice all nature cheers!
Difperfe, ye glooms! a day of joy appears!
Hail, happy day !---'Twas on thy glorious morn,
The first, the fairest of her fex was born!
How fwift the change! Cold, wintery forrows fly!
Where'er fhe looks, delight furrounds the eye!
Mild fhines the fun, the woodlands warble round,
The vales fweet echo, fweet the rocks refound!
In cordial air, foft fragrance floats along;
Each scene is verdure, and each voice is fong!
Shoot from your orb divine, ye quickening rays!
Boundlefs, like her benevolence, ye blaze!
Soft emblems of her bounty, fall ye fhowers!
And sweet afcend, and fair unfold ye flowers!
Ye rofes, lilies, you we earliest claim,
In whiteness, and in fragrance, match her fame!
'Tis yours to fade, to fame like hers is due
Undying fweets, and bloom for ever new.
Ye bloffoms, that one varied landscape rife,
And fend your fcentful tribute to the skies;
Diffufive like yon royal branches smile,
Grace the young year, and glad the grateful ifle!
Attend, ye mules! mark the feather'd quires!
Thofe the fpring wakes, as you the queen in-
fpires.
O, let her praife for ever fwell your fong!
bweet let your facred ftreams the notes prolong,
Clear, and more clear, through all my lays refine; And there let heaven and her reflected fhine!
As, when chill blights from vernal funs retire, Cheerful the vegetative world aspire,
Put forth unfolding blooms, and waving try
Th' enlivening influence of a milder sky;
So gives her birth (like yon approaching fpring)
The land to flourish, and the mufe to fing.
'Twas thus, Zenobia, on Palmyra's throne,
In learning, beauty, and in virtue fhone;
Beneath her rofe, Longinus, in thy name,
The poet's, critic's, and the patriot's fame!
Is there (fo high be you, great princess, prais'd)
A woe unpitied, or a worth unrais'd?
Art learns to foar by your sweet influence taught;
In life well cherish'd; nor in death forgot:
In death, as life, the learn'd your goodness tell!
Witness the facred bufts of Richmond's cell!
Sages, who in unfading light will thine;
Who grafp'd at fcience, like your own, divine!
The mufe, who hails with fong this glorious
Now looks through days, through months, through
All white they rife, and in their courfe exprefs'd
A king by kings rever'd, by fubjects bleft!
A queen, where'er true greatneis spreads in fame;
Where learning towers beyond her fex's aim;
Where pure religion no extreme can touch,
Of faith too little, or of zeal too much;
Where thefe behold, as on this blets'd of morns,
What love protects them, and what worth aderns;
Where'er diffufive goodness fmiles, a queen
Still prais'd with rapture, as with wonder feen!
See nations round, of every with poffefs'd!
Life in each eye, and joy in every breaft!
Shall I, on what I lightly touch'd, explain?
Shall I (vain thought!) attempt the finish'd ftrain?
No-let the poet stop unequal lays,
And to the juft hiftorian yield your praife.
On her Majefty's Birth-day, 1734-5.
In youth no parent nurs'd my infant fongs,
'Twas mine to be infpir'd aione by wrongs;
Wrongs, that with life their fierce attack began,
Drank infant tears, and ftill purfue the man.
Life scarce is life-Dejection all is mine;
The power, that loves in lonely fhades to pine;
Of fading cheek, of unelated views;
Whose weaken'd eyes the rays of hope refuse.
'Tis mine the mean, inhuman pride to find;
Who fhuns th' opprefs'd, to fortune only kind;
Whofe pity's infult, and whofe cold respect
Is keen as fcorn, ungenerous as neglect.
Void of benevolent, obliging grace,
Ev'n dubious friendship half averts his face.
Thus funk in ficknefs, thus with woes oppreft,
How fhall the fire awake within my breaft?
How fhall the mufe her flagging pinions raife?
How tune her voice to Carolina's praise?
From jarring thought no tuneful raptures flow;
Thefe with lair days and gentle feasons glow:
Such give alone fweet Philomel to fing,
And Philomel's the poet of the spring.
But foft, my foul! fee yon celeftial light!
Before whofe lambent luftre breaks the night.
It glads me like the morning clad in dews,
And beams reviving from the vernal mufe:
Infpiring joyous peace, 'tis fhe! 'tis fhe!
A ftranger long to mifery and me.
Hence thy juft praife, thou mild, majestic Thames'
Rich river! richer than Pactolus' streams!
Than those renown'd of yore, by poets roll'd
O'er intermingled pearls, and fands of gold.
How glorious thou, when from old ocean's urn,
Loaded with India's wealth, thy waves return!
Alive thy banks along each bordering line,
High cultur'd blooms, inviting villas fhine:
And while around ten thousand beauties glow,
These still o'er thofe redoubling luftre throw.
“Come then (so whisper'd the indulgent muse)
Come then, in Richmond groves thy force
" lofe !
"Come then, and hymn this day! The pleafing fcene
Her, verdant mantle gracefully declines, And, flower-embroider'd, as it varies, fhines. To form her garland, zephyr, from his wing, Throws the first flowers and foliage of the fpring." Her looks how lovely! health and joy have lent Bloom to her cheek, and to her brow content. Behold, fweet-beaming her etherial eyes! Soft as the Pleiades o'er the dewy skies. She blunts the point of care, alleviates woes, And pours the balm of comfort and repofe; Bids the heart yield to virtue's filent call, And fhows ambition's fons mere children all; Who hunt for toys which please with tinsel shine; For which they fquabble, and for which they pine. Oh, hear her voice, more mellow than the gale, That breath'd through fhepherd's pipe enchants
Hark! the invites from city fmoke and noise,
Vapours impure, and from impurer joys;
From various evils, that, with rage combin'd,
Untune the body, and pollute the mind:
From crowds, to whom no focial faith belongs,
Who tread one circle of deceit and wrongs;
With whom politeness is but civil guile,
And laws opprefs, exerted by the vile.
To this oppos'd, the mufe presents the scene;
Where fylvan pleasures ever smiles ferene;
Pleasures that emulate the bleft above,
Health, innocence, and peace, the mufe, and love;
Pleasures that ravifh, while alternate wrought
By friendly converse, and abstracted thought.
These foothe my throbbing breast. No loss I mourn;
Though both from riches and from grandeur torn.
Weep I cruel mother? No-I've seen,
From heaven, a pitying, a maternal queen.
One gave me life; but would no comfort grant;
She more than life refum'd by giving want.
Would fhe the being which fhe gave deftroy?
My queen gives life, and bids me hope for joy.
Honours and wealth I cheerfully refign;
If competence, if learned ease be mine!
If I by mental, heart-felt joys be fir'd,
And in the vale by all the mufe inspir'd!
Here ceafe my plaint-See yon enlivening scenes!
Child of the fpring! Behold the best of queens!
Softnefs and beauty rofe this heavenly morn,
Dawn'd wisdom, and benevolence was born.
Joy, o'er a people, in her influence rofe;
Like that which spring o'er rural nature throws.
War to the peaceful pipe refigns his roar,
And breaks his billows on fome diftant fhore.
Domestic difcord finks beneath her smile,
And arts, and trade, and plenty, glad the isle.
Lo, industry surveys, with feafted eyes,
His due reward, a plenteous harvest rise!
Nor (taught by commerce) joys in that alone;
But fees the harvest of a world his own.
"Shows, in each view, the genius of thy queen. "Hear nature whispering in the breeze her font "Hear her sweet warbling through the feather's throng!
"Come, with the warbling world thy notes units, " And with the vegetable fmile delight! "Sure fuch a scene and fong will foon reftore "Loft quiet, and give blifs unknown before;
Receive it grateful, and adore, when given, "The goodness of thy parent, queen, and heaven. "With me each private virtue lifts the voice; "While public fpirit bids a land rejoice: "O'er all thy queen's benevolence defcends, "And wide o'er all her vital light extends. "As winter foftens into fpring, to you "Blooms fortune's feafon, through her fmile, anes "Still for past bounty, let new lays impart "The fweet effufions of a grateful heart! "Caft through the telescope of hope your eye! "There goodness infinite, fupreme, defcry! "From him that ray of virtue ftream'd on earth, "Which kindled Caroline's bright foul to birth. "Behold, he spreads one univerfal spring! "Mortals, transform'd to angels, then fhall fing; "Oppreffion then shall fly with want and shame, "And bleffing and existence be the fame!"
On her Majefty's Birth-Day, 1735-6.
Lo the mild fun falutes the opening spring,
And gladdening nature calls the mufe to fing;
Gay chirp the birds, the bloomy fweets exhale,
And health, and fong, and fragrance fill the gale.
Yet, mildeft funs, to me are pain fevere,
And mufic's felf is difcord to my ear!
1, jocund fpring, unfympathifing, fee,
And health, that comes to all, comes not to me.
Dear health once fled, what fpirits can I find!
What folace meet, when fled my peace of mini?
From abfent books what ftudious hint devife?
From abfent friends, what aid to thought can rife?
A genius whisper'd in my ear-Go feek
Sonic man of ftate!-The mufe your wrongs may
speak.
But will fuch liften to the plaintive train?
The happy feldom heed th' unhappy's pain.
To wealth, to honours, wherefore was I born?
Why left to poverty, repulfe, and fcorn?
Why was I form'd of elegant defires?
Thought, which beyond a vulgar flight afpires!
Why, by the proud, and wicked, crush'd to earth?
Better the day of death, than day of birth!
Thus I exclaim'd: a little cherub fmil'd; [child!
Hope, I am call'd (faid he), a heaven-born
Wrongs fure you have; complain you justly may :
But let wild forrow whirl not thought away!
No-truft to honour! that you ne'er will ftain
From peerage-blood, which fires your filial vein.
Fruft more to Providence! from me ne'er fwerye!
Once to diftruft, is never to deferve.
Did not this day a Caroline difclofe?
I promis'd at her birth, and blessing rofe!
(Bleffing, o'er all the letter'd world to shine,
In knowledge clear, beneficence divine!)
'Tis hers, as mine, to chafe away despair;
Woe undeferv'd is her peculiar care.
Her bright benevolence fends me to grief:
On want sheds bounty, and on wrong relief."
Then calm-ey'd Patience, born of angel-kind,
Open'd a dawn of comfort on my mind.
With her came Fortitude, of godlike air!
Thefe arm to conquer ills; at least to bear : [dain,
Arm'd thus, my queen, while wayward fates or-
My life to lengthen, but to lengthen pain;
four bard, his forrows with a smile endures;
Since to be wretched, is-to be made yours.
On ber Majefty's Birth-day, 1736-7.
Ye fpirits bright, that æther rove,
That breathe the vernal foul of love;
Bid health defcend in balmy dews,
And life in every gale diffuse;
That give the flowers to fhine, the birds to fing;
Oh, glad this natal day, the prime of spring!
The virgin fnow-drop first appears;
Her golden head the crocus rears.
The flowery tribe, profuse and gay,
Spread to the foft, inviting ray.
So arts fhall bloom by Carolina's fmile,
So fhall her fame waft fragrance o'er the ile.
The warblers various, sweet and clear,
From bloomy fprays falute the year.
O mufe, awake! afcend, and fing!
Hail the fair rival of the spring!
To woodland honours woodland hymns belong;
To her, the pride of arts! the mufe's fong.
Kind, as of late her clement fway,
The season sheds a trepid ray.
The ftorms of Boreas rave no more;
The storms of faction cease to roar,
At vernal funs as wintery tempests cease,
She, lovely power! fmiles faction into peace.
FOR THE FIRST OF MARCH, 1737-8. Sacred to the Memory of her late Majefty, bumbly addreffed to bis Majesty.
OFT has the mufe, on this diftinguifh'd day,
Tun'd to glad harmony the vernal lay;
But, Ola nested change! the lay must flow
From grateful rapture now to grateful woe.
Defcends for ever to the filent grave.
She, to this day, who joyous luftre gave,
Of human race the pattern and the friend.
She, born at once to charm us and to mend,
To be or fondly or feverely kind,
To check the rafh or prompt the better mind,
Parents fhall learn from her, and thus fhall draw
From filial love alone a filial awe.
Who feek in avarice wildom's art to fave;
Who often fquander, yet who never gave;
From her thefe knew the righteous mean to find,
And the mild virtue fole on half mankind.
The lavish now caught frugal wifdom's lore,
Yet ftill, the more they fav'd, bestow'd the more.
Now mifers learn'd at others woes to melt,
And faw and wonder'd at the change they felt.
The generous, when on her they turn'd their
The generous ev'n themselves more generous grew,
Learn'd the fhunn'd haunts of fhame-fac'd want to
To goodness, delicacy, adding grace,
The confcious cheek no rifing blufh confefs'd,
Nor dwelt one thought to pain the mode. breaft;
Kind and more kind did thus her bounty shower,
And knew no limit but a bounded power.
This truth the widow's fighs, alas proclaim;
For this the orphan's tears embalm her fame.
The wife beheld her learning's fummit gain,
Yet never giddy grow, nor ever vain :
But on one fcience point a ftedfast eye,
That fcience-how to live and how to die.
Say, Memory, while to thy grateful fight
Arife her virtues in unfading light,
What joys were ours, what forrows now remain :
Ah! how fublime the blifs! how deep the pain!
And thou, bright princefs, feated now on high,
Next one, the fairest daughter of the sky,
Whose warm-felt love is to all beings known,
Thy fifter Charity next her thy throne;
See at thy tomb the Virtues weeping lie!
There in dumb forrow feem the Arts to die.
So were the fun o'er other orbs to blaze,
And from our world, like thee, withdraw his rays,
No more to vifit where he warm'd before,
All life muft ceafe, and nature be no more.
Yet fhall the mufe a heavenly height effay
Beyond the weakness mix'd with mortal clay;
Beyond the lofs, which, though the bleeds to fee,'
Though ne'er to be redeem'd, the lofs of thee!
Beyond ev'n this, the hails with joyous lay,
Thy better birth, thy first true natal day;
A day, that fees thee borne beyond the tomb,
To endless health, to youth's eternal bloom;
Borne to the mighty dead, the fouls fublime
Of every famous age, and every clime;
To goodness fix'd by truth's unvarying laws,
To blifs that knows no period, knows no pause-
Save when thine eye, from yonder pure ferene,
Sheds a foft eye on this our gloomy scene.
With me now liberty and learning mourn,
From all relief, like thy lov'd confort, torn;
For where can prince or people hope relief,
When each contend to be fupreme in grief?
So vy'd thy virtues, that could point the way,
So well to govern; yet fo well obey.
Deign one look more ah! fee thy confort dear
Wishing all hearts, except his own, to cheer.
Lo ftill he bids thy wonted bounty flow
To weeping families of worth and woe.
He ftops all tears, however fast they rise,
Save thofe that ftill must fall from grateful eyes,
And, fpite of griefs that fo ufurp his mind,
Still watches o'er the welfare of mankind.
Father of thofe, whofe rights thy care defends, Still moft their own, when moft their fovereign's friends;
Then chiefly brave, from bondage chiefly free,
When molt they truft, when moft they copy thee;
Ah! let the lowest of thy fubje&s pay
His honeft heart-felt tributary lay;
In anguish happy, if permitted here,
One figh to vent, to drop one virtuous tear;
Happier, if pardon'd, should he wildly moan,
And with a monarch's forrow mix his own.
IN REGARD TO PUBLIC WORKS:
Now vanish fens, whence vapours rife no more,
Whofe agueish influence tainted heaven before.
The folid ifthmus finks a watery space,
And wonders, in new state, at naval grace.
Where the flood deepening rolls, or wide extends,
From road to road yon arch, connective beads:
Where ports were chok'd; where mounds in vain,
arofe;
There harbours open, and there breaches clofe;
To keels, obedient, fpreads each liquid plain,
And bulwark moles repel the boisterous main.
When the funk fun no homeword fail befriends,
On the rock's brow the light-house kind afcenda,
And from the fhoaly, o'er the gulfy way,
Points to the pilot's eye the warning ray.
Count ftill, my mufe (to count, what mufe
cease?)
The works of public fpirit, freedom, peace!
By them fhall plants, in forests, reach the skies;
Then lofe their leafy pride, and navies rise.
(Navies, which to invasive foes explain,
Heaven throws not round us rocks and feas in vain
The fail of commerce in each sky aspires,
And property affures what toil acquires.
Who digs the mine or quarry, digs with glee; No flave-His option and his gain are free: Him the fame laws the fame protection yield, Who ploughs the furrow, or who owns the field. Unlike, where tyranny the rod maintains O'er turflefs, leaflefs, and uncultur'd plains, Here herbs of food and phyfic plenty showers. Gives fruits to blush, and colours various flowers.
An Epifile to bis Royal Highness Frederic Prince of Where fands or ftony wilds once starv'd the year,
Of refervoirs, and their ufe; of draining fens, and building bridges, cutting canals, repairing harbours, and stopping inundations, making rivers navigable, building light-houfes; of agriculture, gardening, and planting for the nobleft ufes; of commerce; of public roads; of public buildings, viz. fquares, streets, manfions, palaces, courts of juftice, fenate-houses, theatres, hofpi
tals, churches, colleges; the variety of worthies produced by the latter; of colonies. The flavetrade cenfured, &c.
GREAT hope of Britain!-Here the mufe effays
A theme, which, to attempt alone, is praise."
Be her's a zeal of public spirit known!
A princely zeal!a fpirit all your own!
Where never fcience beam'd a friendly ray,
Where one vaft blank neglected nature lay;
From public fpirit there, by arts employ'd,
Creation, varying, glads the cheerlefs void,
Hail, arts! where fafety, treasure, and delight,
On land, on wave, in wondrous works unite!
Those wondrous works, O mufe! fucceffive raise,
And point their worth, their dignity, and praife!
What though no ftreams, magnificently play'd,
Rife a proud column, fall a grand cafeade;
Through nether pipes, which nobler use renowns,
Lo ductile rivulets vifit diftant towns!
Laughs the green lawn, and nods the golden ear: White fhine the fleecy race, which fate fhall doom The feaft of life, the treasure of the loom.
On plains now bare fhall gardens wave their
While fettling fongfters woo their feather'd loves
Walks tempt the ftep, and viftas court the view.
Where pathlefs woods no grateful openings knew,
See the parterre confefs expanfive day;
Up yon green flope a length of terrace lies,
The grot, elufive of the noon-tide ray.
Whence gradual landfcapes fade in distant skies.
Now the blue lake reflected heaven difplays;
Now darkens, regularly-wild, the maze.
Urns, obelisks, fanes, ftatues intervene ;
Now centre, now commence, or end the scene.
Lo, proud alcoves! lo, foft fequefter'd bowers!
Retreats of focial, or of studious hours!
Rank above rank here shapely greens afcend;
There others natively-grotefque depend.
The rude, the delicate, immingled tell
How art would nature, nature art excel;
And how, while these their rival charms impart,
Art brightens nature, nature brightens art;
Thus, in the various, yet harmonious space,
Blend order, fymmetry, and force, and grace.
When thefe from public fpirit fmile, we fee Free-opening gates, and bowery pleasures free; For fure great fouls one truth can never mifs, Blifs not communicated is not blifs.
Thus public fpirit, liberty, and peace, Carve, build, and plant, and give the land increase;
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