THE ENGLISH GARDEN. 27 



Uncall'd, unhallow'd by the people's choice, 

 Ufurp'd the throne of his brave anceftors ; 

 Yet was his foul all peace -, a garden's care 

 His only thought, its charms his only pride. 



But now the conquering arms of Macedon 480 



Had humbled Perfia. Now Phoenicia's realm 

 Receives the Son of Ammon ; at whofe fr,own 

 Her tributary kings or quit their thrones, 

 Or at his fmile retain -, and Sidon, now 

 Freed from her tyrant, points the Victor's Hep 483 



To where her rightful Sov'reign, doubly dear 

 By birth and virtue, prun'd his garden grove. 



'Twas at that early hour, when now the Sun 

 Behind majeftic Lebanon's dark veil 



Hid his afcending fplendour -, yet thro' each 490 



Her cedar-vefted fides, his flaunting beams 

 Shot to the ftrand, and purpled all the main ; 

 Where Commerce faw her Sidon's freighted wealth, 



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