Your youthful grandsons may amusement find, 

 Who, Virtue's seeds now rip'ntng in their mind, 

 Nor yet in Greek or Koman writers read, 

 But by your life and sage instructions bred, 

 May nourish in their minds the sweet essays 

 Of virtue rising to their grandsire's praise. 



Curson by you was taught to guide the helm, 

 And that, when dead, you may protect the realm, 

 You fashion in their turn his blooming heirs, 

 That, while great Lewis for the world prepares, 

 A line of future monarchs he may view, 

 A line of ministers, prepar'd by you j 

 Whose names and deeds pur annals may adorn 

 In future times and ages yet unborn. 



Whether the place you for your fish provide, 

 High hills with springs surround on ev'ry side, 

 (The work of nature this, and not of art,) 

 Or, lying in a valley, ev'ry part 

 By banks with ease may be sustain'd, in all j 

 Improve the land that to your lot may fall. 



Who dwells on level ground, tho' rais'd with pain, 

 His banks the waters weight can scarce contain. 

 Yet let him not despair j for wealth and toil 

 Will model to his mind the stubborn soil. 

 Where like a channel you behold a field, 

 Which, tho* it would increase of harvests yield, 

 Will yet, if flooded, still more fruitful grow, 

 Pour in the tide, and let it overflow : 

 Then fish may nibble grass, beneath the flood, 

 Where goats were wont to crop their flow'ry food. 



When now for sixty months the scaly breed 

 Has kept possession of the watry meadj 

 Drain'd in its turn it will reward the swain 

 For sixty months with more than promis'd gainj 

 Thus may a valley fish and harvests yield, 

 And now appear a lake, and now a field : 



Water 



