His waters o’er impoverish’d meads,
And lays his ample treasure down,
Rich emblem of thy bounty, Brown![[15]]
Pleas’d on yon high abode I gaze,
Whence C’andish foaming Dove surveys:[[16]]
And where those humbler vales extend
Of thine, Fitzherbert, chearful friend.[[17]]
Or mark upon yon round ascent
The social flag and open tent,[[18]]
Where life’s smooth paths with sweets are strown,