O'er thefe, but far beyond (a fpacious map The Oufe, dividing the well-water'd land, Hence the declivity is fharp and fhort, And fuch the re-afcent; between them weeps A little Naïad her impov'rifh'd urn All fummer long, which winter fills again. The folded gates would bar my progress now, But that the Lord of this inclos'd demefne, Communicative of the good he owns, Admits me to a fhare: the guiltless eye Commits no wrong, nor waftes what it enjoys.. Refreshing change! where now the blazing fun? Ye fallen avenues! once more I mourn * See the foregoing note. Your fate unmerited, once more rejoice That yet a remnant of your race furvives. Re-echoing pious anthems! while beneath The chequer'd earth feems restless as a flood And dark'ning and enlight'ning, as the leaves And now, with nerves new-brac'd and fpirits chear'd, We tread the wilderness, whose well-roll'd walks, With curvature of flow and eafy fweep, Deception innocent-give ample space To narrow bounds. The grove receives us next; We may difcern the thresher at his task. Thump after thump, refounds the conftant flail, That seems to fwing uncertain, and yet falls Come hither, ye that prefs your beds of down Of chearful days, and nights without a groan. By ceaseless action, all that is, fubsists. That nature rides upon, maintains her health, An instant's pause, and lives but while the moves. Winds from all quarters agitate the air, And fit the limpid element for use, Elfe noxious oceans, rivers, lakes, and ftreams, All feel the fresh'ning impulse, and are cleans'd` By . By restlefs undulation; ev'n the oak Thrives by the rude concuffion of the ftorm: He feems indeed indignant, and to feel Th' impreffion of the blaft with proud disdain, Frowning as if in his unconfcious arm He held the thunder. But the monarch owes His firm ftability to what he fcorns, More fixt below, the more disturb'd above. The law, by which all creatures elfe are bound, Binds man the lord of all. Himfelf derives No mean advantage from a kindred cause, From ftrenuous toil his hours of sweetest ease. The fedentary stretch their lazy length When custom bids, but no refreshment find, By its true worth, the comforts it affords, With clear exemption from its own defects. The vet'ran fhows, and gracing a grey beard Like a coy maiden, ease, when courted moft, Fartheft retires-an idol, at whose shrine Who oft'neft facrifice are favor'd least. The love of Nature, and the fcenes fhe draws, Is Nature's dictate. Strange! there fhould be found, Who, felf-imprifon'd in their proud faloons, Renounce the odors of the open field For |