VERSES 



ADDRESSED TO 



DR. THORNTON, 



ON THE COMPLETION OF HIS 



TEMPLE OF FLORA, OR GARDEN OF NATURE. 



Oh! Bards of Athens! for your classic rage, 

 Or Rubens' fire, to warm the kindUng page; 

 Then like those vivid tints my Song should glow, 

 And Thornton's praise in noblest numbers flow; 

 Fervent as his should roll the breathing line, 

 The radiant colouring, and the rich design. 



From orient regions where the tropic ray 

 Lights beauty's beams, and pours the glowing day, 

 To where th' eteriial snows of wiiiter spread, 

 And ice -clad mountains rear their lofty head, 

 Thy daring hand hath cull'd the lovehest flow'rs 

 To deck delighted Albion s happier bow'rs; 

 On each proud page in varied radiance bright,. 

 The Muse exulting feasts her raptur'd sight; 

 For ever fresh those flow'rs; for ever fair! 

 The rage of T^nvy and of Time shall dare. 

 Around thy couch their branching tendrils wave, 

 And cast their fragrant shadows o'er thy grave. 



Beneath the Pleiads, taught by thee to bloom, 

 While Fancy fondly drinks their rich perfume, 

 A second Paradise our senses greets, 

 And Asia wafts us all her world of sweets. 



To Thornton loudly strike th' applausive string, 

 'Mid desert wastes who bids an Eden spring, 

 On canvass bids the glowing landscape rise, 

 Each plant fair blooming 'mid its native skies ; 

 Whether dark clouds the angry heav'ns deform 

 Where round the Cape loud howls th' incessant storm; 

 Or Genius waving high her magic wand, 

 Bids all Ar alias purple blooms expand; 



