Enjoy the various riches Nature yields;—
Far nobler, give the riches they enjoy;
Give taste to fruits, and harmony to groves,
Their radiant beams to gold, and gold's bright fire;
Take in at once the landscape of the world,
At a small inlet, which a grain might close,
And half create the wonderous world they see.
But for the magic organ's powerful charm,
Earth were a rude, uncoloured chaos still;—
Like Milton's Eve, when gazing on the lake,