DR. DARWIN. 121 



Here duiky alders, leaning from the cliff, 

 Dip their long arms, and wave their branches wide j 

 There, as the loofe rocks thwart my bounding (kiff, 

 White moonbeams tremble on the foaming tide. 



Pafs on, ye waves, where, drefs'd in lavifli pride, 

 'Mid rofeate bowers, the gorgeous Chatfworth beams, 

 Spreads her fmooth lawns along your willowy fide, 

 And eyes her gilded turrets in your ftreams. 



Pafs on, ye waves, where Nature's rudefl child, 

 Frowning incumbent o'er the darkeu'd floods, 

 Rock rear'd on rock, mountain on mountain pil'd, 

 Old Matlock fits, and (hakes his crefl of woods. 



But when fair Derby's ftately towers you view, 

 "Where his bright meads your fparkling currents drmk> 

 O ! fhould Eliza prefs the morning (Jew, 

 And bend her graceful footfteps to your brink, 



Uncurl your eddies, all your gales confine, 

 And, as your fcaly nations gaze around, 

 Bid your gay nymphs pourtray, with pencil fine, 

 Her radiant form upon your filver ground/ 



With playful malice, from her kindling cheek 

 Steal the warm blufli, and tinge your paffing ilream -, 

 Mock the fweet traniient dimples, as (he fpeaks, 

 And, as (he turns her eye, reflect the beam ! 



Aud 



