The whole description is so very beautiful, wo could 
not forbear quoting it. 
In his fine poem of the “ Messiah,” Pope thus de¬ 
scribes the blessings of His reign : — 
Their vines a shadow to their race shall yield, 
And the same hand that sow’d shall reap the held. ” 
One more sketch from the pen of a modern poet, 
which admirably comprises, in one glowing view, the 
various features of a southern landscape: — 
** The horrid crags by toppling convent crown’d, 
The cork-trees hoar that clothe the shaggy steep, 
The mountain moss by scorching skies embrown’d, 
The sunken glen whose sunless herbs must weep, 
The tender azure of th* unruffled deep, 
The orange tints that gild the greenest bough, 
The torrents that from cliff to valley leap, 
The vine on high, the willow branch below, 
Mixed in one mighty scene with varied beauty glow.” 
