And scenes of joy and pleasure op’ning round.
XVII.
Yet still methought a certain want appear’d,
Of some to own this spot, so heav’nly fair,
Else were each charming flow’ret vainly rear’d,
“To bloom unnotic’d to the desart air:”
XVIII.
Else, were in vain these soft melodious strains,
Which the whole soul of harmony inspir’d,
Pour’d to the wild woods and the lonely plains,