DR. DARWIN. 



And if with thee fome haplefs maid fhould ftray, 



Difaftrous love companion of her way, 



O lead her timid ftep to yonder glade, 



Whofe weeping rock incumbent alders made ! 



There, as meek Evening wakes the temperate breeze, 



And moonbeams glimmer through the trembling trees, 



The rills, that gurgle round, mall footh her ear, 



The weeping rock fliall number tear for tearj 



And as fad Philomel, alike forlorn, 



Sings to the night, reclining on her thorn, 



While, at fweet intervals, each falling note 



Sighs in the gale, and whifpers round the grot, 



The fifter-woe fhail calm her aching breaft, 



And fofteft lumbers fleal her cares to reft. 



Thus fpoke the * Genius as he ftept along-, 

 And bade thefe lawns to Peace and Truth belong j 

 Down the fteep flopes he led, with modeft {kill, t 

 The grafly pathway and the vagrant rill ; 

 Stretch'd o'er the marfliy vale the willowy mound, 

 Where mines the lake amid the cultur'd ground 3 

 Rais'd the yo*mg woodland, fmooth'd the wavy green, 

 And gave to Beauty all the quiet fcene. 



O! may no ruder ftep thefe bowers prophane, 

 No midnight waflailers deface the plain; 



* By the Genius of the place is meant it* firft cultivator, Dr. 

 Darwin , 



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