2 THE ENGLISH GARDEN. 



Yc fwains ! for, hark ! with lowings glad, your herds, 

 proclaim its influence, wandering o'er the lawns 

 Reitor'd to them and Nature ; now no more 

 Shall Fortune's Minion rob them of their right, 

 Or round his dull domain with lofty wall 15 



Oppofe their jocund prefence. Gothic Pomp 

 Frowns and retires, his proud behefts are fcorn'd^ 

 Now Tafte infpir'd by Truth exalts her voice, 

 And fhe is heard. " Oh let not man mifdeem, 

 " Waile is not Grandeur, Fafhion ill fupplies 210 



" My facred place, and Beauty fcorns to dwell 

 " Where Ufe is exil'd." At the awful found 

 The terrace finks fpontaneous; on the green, 

 Broider'd with crifped knots, the toniile yews 

 Wither and fall ; the fountain dares no more. 25 



To fling its wafted cryftal thro' the fky, 

 But pours falubrious o'er the parched lawn* 

 Rills of fertility. Oh beft of Arts 

 That works this happy change ! true Alchymy,, 

 Beyond the Roficrufian boaft, that turns 30 



Deformity 



