Would spare, that loves them, offices like these?) Each opening bloffom, freely breathes abroad So manifold, all pleasing in their kind, Runs round, still ending, and beginning still. To no mean hand, and afks the touch of tafte. And by contrafted beauty fhining more) Is needful. Strength may wield the pond'rous spade, May turn the clod, and wheel the compoft home, But But elegance, chief grace the garden shows, And most attractive, is the fair refult Of thought, the creature of a polish'd mind. To which th' infipid citizen reforts Near yonder heath; where industry mispent, Has made a heav'n on earth; with funs and moons Of clofe-ramm'd ftones has charg'd th' incumber'd foil, And fairly laid the Zodiac in the duft. He therefore who would fee his flow'rs difpos'd Sightly and in just order, ere he gives The beds the trufted treasure of their feeds, Each for itfelf, and all as with one voice Uninjur'd, Uninjur'd, but expect th' upholding aid Of the fmooth-fhaven prop, and neatly tied, For int'reft fake, the living to the dead. Some, more afpiring, catch the neighbour shrub And fragrant chaplet, recompenfing well The strength they borrow with the grace they lend. Noifome, and ever greedy to exhaust Th' impov'rish'd earth; an overbearing race, Oh bleft feclufion from a jarring world, Which he, thus occupied, enjoys! Retreat Cannot Cannot indeed to guilty man restore Loft innocence, or cancel follies past, A faithful barrier, not o'erleap'd with ease When fierce temptation, feconded within Had I the choice of fublunary good, What could I wifh, that I poffefs not here? Health, leisure, means t' improve it, friendship, peace, No loose or wanton, though a wand'ring mufe, And constant occupation without care. Thus bleft, I draw a picture of that bliss; And profligate abufers of a world Created Created fair fo much in vain for them, Should feek the guiltless joys that I describe, Allur'd by my report: but sure no less, That, felf-condemn'd, they must neglect the prize, The caufe of piety and sacred truth, And virtue, and those scenes which God ordain'd Pure is the nymph, though lib'ral of her smiles, Was |