28 THE ENGLISH GARDEN. 



If Nature frown averfe, fhall ne'er atchieve 



Such wonders. Nature's was the glorious gift j 



Thy art her menial handmaid. Liflening youths ! 



To whofe ingenuous hearts I ftill addrefs 



The friendly ftrain, from fuch fevere attempt 480 



Let Prudence warn you. Turn to this clear rill, 



Which, while I bid your bold ambition ceafe, 



Runs murmuring at my fide. O'er many a rood 



Your fkill may lead the wanderer : many a mound 



Of pebbles raife, to fret her in her courfe 485 



Impatient : louder then will be her fong : 



For (he will 'plain, and gurgle, as (he goes, 



As does the widow'd ring-dove. Take, vain Pomp ! 



Thy lakes, thy long canals, thy trim cafcades, 



Beyond them all true tafte will dearly prize 490 



This little dimpling treafure. Mark the cleft, 



Through which {he burfts to day. Behind that rock 



A Naiad dwells : Ligea is her name j 



And (lie has fitters in contiguous cells, 



Who never faw the fun. Fond Fancy's eye, 495 



That loves to give locality and form 



To 



