i6 THE ENGLISH GARDEN. 



With rofe and woodbine negligently wove, 



Sows to the ax j the rich Magnolias claim 265 



The (ration -, now Herculean Beeches fell'd 



Refign their rights, and warm Virginia fends 



Her cedars to ufurp them -, the proud Oak 



Himfelf, ev'n He the fov'reign of the fhade, 



Yields to the Fir that drips with Gilead's balm. 270 



Now Albion gaze at glorys not thy own ! 



Paufe rapid Swale ! and fee thy margin crown'd 



With all the pride of Ganges : vernal fhowers 



Have fix'd their roots, nutricious fummer funs 



Favor'd their growth, and mildeft autumn fmil'd 275 



Benignant o'er them ; vigorous, fair, and tall, 



They waft a gale of fpices o'er the plain. 



But Winter comes, and with him watry Jove, 



And with him Boreas in his frozen fhroud : 



The favage fpirit of old Swale is rous'd ; 280 



He howls amid his foam. At the dread fight 



The Aliens ftand aghaft j they bow their heads 3 



In vain the glafly penthoufe is fupply'd, 



The 



