The antler’d buck, and deer,
And goats, and feather’d tribes,) t’inhale
The perfumes of the year.
Profoundly silent,[96] acres lay
Invig’rated by Time;
Whilst shelt’ring woodlands make them gay,
And deck the favour’d clime.
O! may’st thou[97] live to teach the young
The secret of that gift,
Through which thou’st grown so great, so strong,