The place appointed was a spacious vale
Fanned always by a cooling western gale
Which in soft breezes through the meadow stray
And steal the ripened fragrances away—
while he paraphrases a portion of the sixth chapter of St. Matthew into:
Observe the rising lily’s snowy grace,
Observe the various vegetable race,
They neither toil nor spin, but careless grow
Yet see how warm they blush, how bright they glow,