8 THE ENGLISH GARDEN. 



Swift to thy aid, ere the remorfelefs fpade 

 Too deeply wound the bofom of the foil. 



Yet, in this lowly fite, where all that charms 130 



Within itfelf muft charm, hard is the tafk 

 Impos'd on Fancy. Hence with idle fear ! 

 Is fhe not Fancy ? and can Fancy fail 

 In fweet delufions, in concealments apt, 



And wild creative power ? She cannot fail. 135 



And yet, full oft, when her creative power, 

 Her apt concealments, her delufions fweet 

 Have been profufely lavifh'd ; when her groves 

 Have fhot, with vegetative vigour ftrong, 

 Ev'n to their wifh'd maturity ; when Jove 140 



Has roll'd the changeful feafons o'er her lawns, 

 And each has left a blefiing as it roll'd : 

 Ev'n then, perchance, fome vain faftidious eye 

 Shall rove unmindful of furrounding charms 

 And afk for profpedt. Stranger ! 'tis not here. \A e 



Go feek it on fome garifli turret's height ; 



Seek 



