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To break th' obdurate line. So may'ft thou fave 



A chofen few ; and yet, alas, but few 



Of thefe, the old protestors of the plain. 345 



Yet fliall thefe few give to thy opening lawn 



That fhadowy pomp, which only they can give : 



For parted now, in patriarchal pride, 



Each tree becomes the father of a tribe ; 



And, o'er the flripling foliage, riling round, 3 50 



Towers with parental dignity fupreme. 



And yet, My Albion ! in that fair domain 

 Which Ocean made thy dowry, when his Love 

 Tempeftuous tore thee from reluctant Gaul, 

 And bad thee be his Queen, there fUll remains 355 



Full many a lovely unfrequented wild, 

 Where change like this is needlefs ; where no lines 

 Of hedge-row, avenue, or of platform fquare 

 Demand deflrudlion. . In thy fair domain, 

 Yes, my lov'd Albion ! many a glade is found, 360 



The haunt of Wood-gods only : where if Art 



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