But when the Opening to some distant Scene,
Where Lawns, and liv'ning Prospects intervene;
Where Vista's or delightful Gardens charm;
Where verdant Beauties all our Senses warm:
Let Flow'rs and Fruit in seeming Wildness grow;
And there let lavish Nature seem to flow.
There let the Parts, the Gazer's Eye surprize;
And with the Glebe the Structure Harmonize.
Where Severn, Trent, or Thames's ouzy Side,
Pours the smooth Current of their easy Tide: