Guarding its fruit upon the side of Shem,
Expatiate free! ’tis the scene of man,
A mighty maze! beyond my present plan;
‘A wild where weeds and flowers promiscuous shoot;
Or garden, tempting with forbidden fruit.
Together let us beat this ample field;
Try what the open, what the covert yield.’
Here to dispel prolific nature’s charm,
Prudence forbids; tho’ far from real harm;
And science shuns the Sympathetic touch;