Boasts of deep shades and allies green,
And bids me mark that Forest mien,
Pleas’d, in this circlet, to secure
Her injur’d parents’ miniature;
And fain would cheer me, as she leads
By cultur’d banks to verdant meads;
And spreads her mirrors to reflect
How Nature’s hand-maid, Art, hath deck’d
The matron here, with choicest bloom;—
Ah, garlands now for Needwood’s tomb!