io THE ENGLISH GARDEN. 



Which Love like his mould kindle : Did he kneel 



In rapture at her feet? me bow'd the head, 



And coldly bad him rife ; or did he plead, 



In terms of pureft paffion, for a fmile ? 



She gave him but a tear : his manly form, 165 



His virtues, ev ji the courage that preferv'd 



Her life, befeem'd no fentiment to wake 



Warmer than gratitude ; and yet the love 



Withheld from him me freely gave his fcenes ; 



On all their charms a juft applaufe beftow'df j^ o 



And, if me e'er was happy, only then 



When wand'ring where thofe charms were mofl difplay*d. 



As thro' a neighb'ring Grove, where antient beech 

 Their awful foliage flung, ALCANDER led 

 The penfive maid along, " Tell me," me cry'd, 175 



" Why, on thefe foreft features all-intent, 

 " Forbears my friend fome fcene diftindl to give 

 " To Flora and her fragrance ? Well I know 

 " That in the general Landfcape's broad expanfe 



" Their 



