The fertile Meads, enamell'd all around,

And the rich Glebe with yellow Harvest crown'd.

Others in long-extended Views delight,

Where gilded Objects catch the Gazer's Sight.

Where the wide Plain, or lawny Prospect lye,

In mingled Sweets, to chear the ravish'd Eye.

Where the Vale, winding round the rising Hill;

The Lilly drinks beneath; the latent Rill.

The Lawns, the silver Streams, the opening Glade,

The distant solemn Grove's collected Shade: