20 THE ENGLISH GARDEN. 



E'er dar'd to tread -, 'twas with unfandal'd foot,. 



Printlefs, as if the place were holy ground. 



And there are fcenes, where, tho' fhe whilom trod,, 



Led by the worft of guides, fell Tyranny, 



And ruthlefs Superflition, we now trace 



Her footfteps with delight^ and pleas'd revere 



What once we mould have hated. But to Time^ 



Not her, the praife is due : his gradual touch 



Has moulder'd into beauty many a tower,. 370 



Which, when it frown'd with all its battlements* 



Was only terrible j and many a fane 



Monaftic, which, when deck'd with all its fpires,. 



Serv'd but to feed bme pamper'd Abbot's pride, 



And awe th' unletter'd vulgar. Generous Youth, 375 



Whoe'er thou art, that liften'fl to my lay, 



And feel'ft thy foul aflent to what I fing^ 



Happy art thou if thou can'fl call thine own 



Such fcenes as thefe : where Nature and where Time 



Have work'd congenial ; where a fcatter'd hoft 3.80 



Of antique oaks darken thy fidelong hills y 



While, 



