32 THE ENGLISH GARDEN. 



" By force unpent, in dull ilagnation fleep ? 



" Let Sloth unfold his arms and tell the time. 555 



" Or, if the tyranny of Art infring'd 



" Our rights, when did our patient floods fubmit 



<{ Without recoil ? Servility retires, 



" And clinks his gilded chain. O, learn from us, 



<l And tell it to thy nation, Britifh Bard ! 560 



ct Ambition, Sloth, and flav'ry are the fiends, 



tf That pull down mighty empires If they fcorn 



" The awful truth, be thine to hold it dear. 



i 



' So, through the vale of life, thy flowing hours 



" Shall glide ferene ; and, like Ligea's rill, 565 



" Their free, yet not licentious courfe fulfill'd, 



" Sink in the ocean of Eternity." 



END OF THE THIRD BOOK. 



