2 THE ENGLISH GARDEN. 



And tell me Thou, whoe'er haft new-arrang'd 

 By her chafte rules thy garden, if thy heart 

 Feels not the warm, the felf- dilating glow 

 Of true Benevolence. Thy flocks, thy herds^ 

 That browze luxurious o'er thofe very plots 15 



Which once were barren, blefs thee for the change $ 

 The birds of Air (which thy funereal Yews 

 Of fhapc uncouth, and leaden Sons of Earth, 

 Antaeus and Enceladus, with clubs 



Uplifted, long had frighted from the fccne) 20 



Now pleas'd return, they perch on ev'ry fpray, 

 And fwell their little throats, and warble wild 

 Their vernal minftrelfy j to Heav'n and Thee 

 It is a hymn of thanks : do thou, like Heav'n, 

 With tutelary care reward their fong. 25 



Ere- while the Mufe, induftrious to combine 

 Nature's own charms, with thefe alone adorn 'd 

 The Genius of the Scene; but other gifts 

 She has in ilore, which gladly now (lie brings, 

 And he mall proudly wear. Know, when me broke i O 



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