When he beholds her radiant form divine.
XXXIX.
But now the Genii of each plant and flow’r,
Rang’d in fair order, wait her high commands;
And each, approaching her delicious bow’r,
In expectation of her verdict stands.
XL.
For many of the garden’s painted race,
And some that with their colours deck the field,
Rivals in wealth, in beauty, and in grace,