“But yield to thee the Secret and the Gain. “In vain, shall much Experience guard the Heart, “Against the Charm of thy prevailing Art; “Admitted once, so soothing is thy Strain, “It comes the sweeter, when it comes again; “And when confest as thine, what Mind so strong, “Forbears the Pleasure it indulg’d so long? “Soft’ner of every Ill! of all our Woes “The balmy Solace! Friend of fiercest Foes! “Begin thy Reign and like the Morning rise; “Bring Joy, bring Beauty, to our eager Eyes; “Break on the drowsy World like opening Day, } “While Grace and Gladness join thy flow’ry Way; } “While every Voice is Praise, while every Heart is gay.} “From thee, all Prospects shall new Beauties take, “‘Tis thine to seek them and ’tis thine to make; “On the cold Fen, I see thee turn thine Eyes, “Its Mists recede, its chilling Vapour flies; “Th’ enraptur’d Lord th’ improving Ground surveys, “And for his Eden, asks the Traveller’s Praise, “Which yet, unview’d of thee, a Bog had been, “Where spungy Rushes hide the plashy Green. “I see thee breathing on the barren Moor, “That seems to bloom although so bleak before; “There if beneath the _Gorze_ the Primrose spring, “Or the pied _Daisy_ smile below the _Ling_, “They shall new Charms, at thy Command, disclose, “And none shall miss the _Myrtle_ or the _Rose_. “The wiry _Moss_, that whitens all the Hill, “Shall live a Beauty by thy matchless Skill; “_Gale_[15] from the Bog shall yield Arabian Balm, “And the _Grey Willow_ wave a golden _Palm_. “I see thee smiling in the pictur’d Room, “Now breathing Beauty, now reviving Bloom; “There, each immortal Name, ’tis thine to give, “To graceless Forms, and bid the Lumber live. “Should’st thou coarse Boors or gloomy Martyrs see, “These shall thy _Guidos_, those thy _Tenniers_ be; “There shalt thou, _Raphaël_’s Saints and Angels trace,} “There make for _Reubens_ and for _Reynolds_ place, } “And all the Pride of Art shall find in her, Disgrace. } “Delight of either Sex! thy Reign commence; } “With balmy Sweetness, soothe the weary Sense, } “And to the sickening Soul thy cheering Aid dispense.} “Queen of the Mind! thy golden Age begin; } “In mortal Bosoms varnish Shame and Sin, } “Let all be fair without, let all be calm within.”}