6 THE ENGLISH GARDEN. 



As bears no trace of beauty ? muft he fit 90 



Dull and inactive in the defert wafte, 



Since Nature there no happy feature wears 



To wake and meet his ikill ? Believe the Mufe, 



She does not know that inaufpicious fpot 



Where Beauty is thus niggard of her ftore : 0,5 



Believe the Mufe, thro' this terreftrial vail 



The feeds of grace are fown, profufely fown, 



Ev'n where we leaft may hope : the defert hills 



Will hear the call of art ; the vallies dank 



Obey her juft behefts, and fmile with charms 100 



Congenial to the foil, and all its own. 



For tell me, where's the defert ? there alone 

 Where man refides not ; or, if chance refides, 

 He is not there the man his maker form'd, 

 Induftrious man, by heav'n's firft law ordain'd 10^ 



To earn his food by labour. In the wafte 

 Place thou that man with his primaeval arms, 

 His plough-ftiare, and his fpade j nor malt thou long 



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