Would spare, that loves them, offices like these?) So manifold, all pleasing in their kind, Runs round, ftill ending, and beginning ftill. To no mean hand, and asks the touch of taste. And forted hues, (each giving each relief, And by contrasted beauty fhining more) Is needful. Strength may wield the pond'rous spade, May turn the clod, and wheel the compost 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 close-ramm'd ftones has charg'd th' incumber'd foil, And fairly laid the Zodiac in the dust. He therefore who would fee his flow'rs difpos'd Sightly and in just order, ere he gives The beds the trusted treasure of their feeds, Forecafts the future whole; that when the fçene Each for itself, and all as with one voice Uninjur'd, Uninjur'd, but expect th' upholding aid For int'reft fake, the living to the dead. And fragrant chaplet, recompenfing well The strength they borrow with the grace they lend. Noisome, and ever greedy to exhauft 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 wish, that I poffefs not here? Health, leifure, means t' improve it, friendship, peace, No loose or wanton, though a wand'ring muse, And conftant occupation without care. Thus bleft, I draw a picture of that bliss; And profligate abusers 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 fure no less, That, felf-condemn'd, they muft neglect the prize. I therefore recommend, though at the risk The cause 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 |