34 THE ENGLISH GARDEN. 



Where he was never happy by her fide, 615 



And thefe he ftill can figh in. Here at length, 



As if by chance, kind Fancy brought her aid, 



When wand'ring thro' a grove of fable yew, 



Rais'd by his anceftors ; their Sabbath-path 



Led thro' its gloom, what time too dark a ftole 620 



Was o'er Religion's decent features drawn 



By Puritanic zeal. Long had their boughs 



Forgot the fheers ; the fpire, the holy ground 



They banifh'd by their umbrage. " What if here," 



Cry'd the fweet Soother, in a whifper foft, 625 



" Some open fpace were form'd, where other fhades, 



" Yet all of folemn fort, Cyprefs and Bay 



" Funereal, penfive Birch its languid arms 



" That droops, with waving Willows deem'd to weep, 



" And miv'ring Afpens mixt their varied green ; 635 



" What if yon trunk, (horn of its murky crefi:, 



" Reveal'd the facred Fane ?" ALCANDER heard 



The Charmer ; ev'ry accent feem'd his own, 



.So much they touch'd his heart's fad unifon, 



" Yes, 



