Would fpare, that loves them, offices like thefe?) Each op'ning bloffom, freely breathes abroad So manifold, all pleasing in their kind, Runs round; ftill ending, and beginning ftill. To no mean hand, and afks the touch of taste. And by contrasted beauty fhining more) Is needful. Strength may wield the pond'rous spade, May turn the clod, and wheel the compoft home; But elegance, chief grace the garden fhows, Of thought, the creature of a polish'd mind. To which th' infipid citizen reforts Near yonder heath; where industry mispent, Has made a heav'n on earth; with funs and moons Of close-ramm'd ftones has charg'd th' encumber'd foil, And fairly laid the zodiac in the duft. He, therefore, who would fee his flow'rs dispos'd The beds the trusted treasure of their feeds, Forecafts the future whole; that, when the scene Each for itself, and all as with one voice Uninjur'd, but expect th' upholding aid Of the smooth-fhaven prop, and, neatly tied, For int'reft fake, the living to the dead. Some clothe the foil that feeds them, far diffus'd And lowly creeping, modeft and yet fair, Like virtue, thriving moft where little feen: Some, more afpiring, catch the neighbour shrub Elfe unadorn'd, with many a gay festoon The strength they borrow with the grace they lend. Noifome, and ever greedy to exhaust Th' impov'rish'd earth; an overbearing race, That, like the multitude made faction-mad, Oh, bleft feclufion from a jarring world, Cannot indeed to guilty man reftore Loft innocence, or cancel follies past; A faithful barrier, not o'erleap'd with ease Perhaps may crown us; but to fly is fafe. Had I the choice of fublunary good, What could I wifh, that I poffefs not here? Health, leifure, means t' improve it, friendship, peace, No loofe or wanton, though a wand'ring, muse, And conftant occupation without care. Thus bleft, I draw a picture of that blifs; Hopeless, indeed, that diffipated minds, And profligate abusers of a world Created fair fo much in vain for them, Should feek the guiltlefs joys that I defcribe, That, self-condemn'd, they must neglect the prize, The cause of piety and facred truth, And virtue, and thofe fcenes which God ordain'd Pure is the nymph, though lib'ral of her fmiles, Το grace the full pavilion. His defign |