XX. But foon the pageant fades away! Of native groves, and wonted streams, Then hither oft ye fenators retire, With Nature here high converse hold; With more attractive charms, with radiance more divine. XXII. Yes, here alone did highest Heav'n ordain The lasting magazine of charms, Whatever wins, whatever warms, XXIII. Her XXIII. Her impulfe nothing may reftrain Or whence the joy 'mid columns, tow'rs, To rear fome breathless vapid flow'rs, To mimick rural life, and foothe fome vapour'd fair. XXIV. But how must faithlefs Art prevail, To virtue, truth or fcience dear, For dimpled brook and leafy grove, For that rich luxury of thought they love! Ah no, from these the publick sphere requires Example for it's giddy bands s; From these impartial Heav'n demands To spread the flame itself infpires; To fift Opinion's mingled mafs, Imprefs a nation's tafte, and bid the sterling pass. XXV. Happy, thrice happy they, Whofe graceful deeds have exemplary shone Round the gay precincts of a throne, With mild effective beams! By folemn grott, or fhady spring, To join their pleasing dreams! They only that deserve, enjoy. What tho' nor fabled Dryad haunt their grove, Nor Naiad near their fountains 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, By SEYMOUR'S winning influence charm'd, In whom their gifts united fhine, No longer fhall their counfels jar. 'Tis hers to mediate the peace: Near Percy-lodge, with awe-ftruck mien, And havock and contention ceafe. And aid each other's fair defign; Nature exalt the mound where Art shall build; Art shape the gay alcove, while Nature paints the field. XXVII. Begin, XXVII. Begin, ye fongfters of the grove! The lowly fhepherd's votive ftrain, Who tunes his reed amift his rural chear, Fearful, yet not averse, that SOMERSET fhould hear. ******* Infcription near a Sheep-cote. 1745. S By the Same. Hepherd, would'st thou here obtain Pleasure unalloy'd with pain? Joy that fuits the rural sphere? If thou can't no charm disclose Tranquil pleasures never cloy; Love and all its joys be thine- "Crimson leaves the rofe adorn, "Think not fhe, whofe empty pride "Artlefs deed and fimple dress, "Senfe |