“Around their mix’d embroidery fling,
“And, all irregularly join’d,
“Th’ according outline waves behind.”
A. S.
SONNET.
Mundy, whose song hath taught the forest swain
To view fair Needwood thro’ the radiance clear
Of bright imagination, taught the tear
To glisten in his eye for other’s pain,
And own that taste and virtue are not vain,