i 4 THE ENGLISH GARDEN. 



Or, to the mofs-grown margin of the lake, 

 Bid the dry pine defcend. From Nature's laws 

 She draws her own : Nature and fhe are one. 



Nor will that fovereign Arbitrefs felect, 230 



For objects interpos'd, the pigmy race 

 Of fhrubs, or fcatter with unmeaning hand 

 Their offspring o'er the lawn, fcorning to patch 

 With many a meagre and disjointed tuft 



Its fober furface: fidelong to her path 235 



And polifh'd foreground fhe confines their growth 

 Where o'er their heads the liberal eye may range. 



Nor will that fov'reign arbitrefs, intent 

 To form one perfect whole, forego that aim 

 To give exotic wonders to our gaze. 240 



She knows and trufts not in die faithlefs train : 

 Sagely fhe calls on thofe of hardy clafs 

 Indigenous, who, patient of the change 

 From heat to cold which Albion hourly feels, 



Are 



