4 
The sylvan powers 
Obey our summons ; from their deepest dells 
The Dryads come, and throw their garlands wild 
And odorous branches at our feet ; the Nymphs 
That press with nimble step the mountain thyme 
And purple heath-flower come not empty-handed, 
But scatter round ten thousand forms minute 
Of velvet moss or lichen, torn from rock 
Or rifted oak or cavern deep : the Naiads too 
Quit their loved native stream, from whose smooth face 
They crop the lily, and each sedge and rush 
That drinks the rippling tide : the frozen poles, 
Where peril waits the bold adventurer’s tread. 
The burning sands of Borneo and Cayenne, 
All, all to us unlock their secret stores 
And pay their cheerful tribute. 
J. Taylor, Norwich, 1818. 
Hie obitus rerum contemplor et ortus, 
Et quibus e causis ordine cuncta fluant. 
Et disco, quidquid varios mare gignit ad usus, 
Quidquid et omnifero terra benigna sinu. 
Saepe juvat solem gelida vitare sub umbra, 
Multaque de plantis arboribusque loqui. 
Quid varios pisces, et nata corallia ponto 
Eloquar, et conchis ostrea tecta suis ? 
Ille sed aequoi'eae numerum subducat arenae 
Qui volet undivagos enumerare greges. 
P. Lotichii Elegiarum lib. iii. eleg. 4, — lib. ii. eleg. C. 
