XIX. Awhile her magic ftrikes the novel eye, By faphire lakes, through em'rald groves. Adieu the fimple, the fincere delight- A And drink the cup of thirst, and cat the bread of toil. XX. But foon the pageant fades away! We pierce the counterfeit delight, Of native groves, and wonted streams, Pants for the scenes that charm'd her youthful eyes, Where Truth maintains her court, and banishes difguife. XXI. Then XXI. Then hither oft ye fenators retire, With more attractive charms, with radiance more divine. XXII, Yes, here alone did highest Heav'n ordain The lasting magazine of charms, XXIII. Her impulfe nothing may reftrain- To rear fome breathlefs vapid flow'rs, Or fhrubs fuliginously grim: b Harry Booth the fourth Earl of Stamford. He died the 24th of June 1768. From From rooms of filken foliage vain : To mimic rural life, and foothe fome vapour'd fair. XXIV. But how must faithless Art prevail, To virtue, truth or fcience dear, For dimpled brook and leafy grove, For that rich luxury of thought they love! From these impartial Heav'n demands. To fift Opinion's mingled mafs, Impress a nation's tafte, and bid the sterling pass, XXV. Happy, thrice happy they, Whofe graceful deeds have exemplary fhone ९ Round the gay precincts of a throne, With mild effective beams! Who bands of fair ideas bring, Theirs is the rural blifs without alloy, They only that deferve, enjoy. What though nor fabled Dryad haunt their grove, Nor Naiad near their fountain rove, Yet all embody'd to the mental fight, Shall there the wife retreat allow, Shall twine triumphant palms to deck the wanderer's brow. And though by faithless friends alarm'd, No longer fhall their counfels jar. 'Tis hers to mediate the peace : Near Percy-lodges, with awe-ftruck mien, The rebel feeks her lawful Queen, And havoc and contention cease. I fee the rival pow'rs combine, Nature exalt the mound where Arts fhall build; c Percy-lodge near Colebrook, in Middlesex, a feat belonging to the Dutchefs, which had been purchafed of Lord Bathurst. The name by which it had formerly been known was Richings, 5 XXVII. Begin, XXVII. Begin, ye fongfters of the grove! Let no harfh diffonance difturb the morn, Her facred folitudes profane! Unless her candour not exclude The lowly fhepherd's votive ftrain, Who tunes his reed amidst his rural chear, Fearful, yet not averfe, that SOMERSET fhould hear. **** INSCRIPTION near a SHEEP-COTE. 1745 BY THE SAME. Hepherd, would't thou here obtain Pleafure unalloy'd with pain? Joy that fits the rural sphere? Learn to relish calm delight, Trees that nod on floping hills, Caves that eho tinkling rills. |