Would spare, that loves them, offices like thefe ?)? Well they reward the toil. The fight is pleas'd, The scent regal'd, each odorif'rous leaf, Each opening bloffom, freely breathes abroad So manifold, all pleasing in their kind, Runs round, ftill ending, and beginning still. 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 resorts Near yonder heath; where industry mispent, Has made a heav'n on earth; with funs and moons Of close-ramm'd stones 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 foene 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 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,' But it has peace, and much fecures the mind 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 mufe, And conftant occupation without care. Thus bleft, I draw a picture of that bliss; Hopeless indeed that diffipated minds, And profligate abufers of a world Created Created fair fo much in vain for them, Should feek the guiltless joys that I defcribe, That, felf-condemn'd, they must neglect the prize. I therefore recommend, though at the risk The cause of piety and facred truth, And virtue, and thofe fcenes which God ordain'd Pure is the nymph, though lib'ral of her smiles, Was |