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" Thefe pleafures, Melancholy, give, 

 " And I with thee will chufe to live." 



// Penferofo. 



Winding down, you come to a root 

 cave by the water's edge ; a retired fpot ; 

 and at the other end of the pond a cave of 

 Sjrotto work. 



Coming out of the grove, and ridng the 

 hill, you command to the left, as you 

 move, a mofc beautiful view of the coun- 

 try , a noble fweep of inclofures of a 

 charming verdure, to a bench, from which 

 you look into the vale on the houfe at your 

 feet, with a fweet little flream ferpen- 

 tining by it. Next you come to another 

 bench infcribed from Milton : 



" Thefe are thy glorious works, Parent of 

 Good ! 



" Almighty ! thine this everlafting frame, 



" Thus wondrous fair ! Thyfelf how won- 

 drous then, 



*' Unfpeakable ! who fits above thefe hea- 

 vens 



" To us invlfible, or dimly feen 



" In thefe thy lowcft works ; yet thefe de- 

 clare 



*' Thy goodnefs beyond thought, and power 



divine.'* 



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