Or, careless tread the perfum’d grove
Whose sweets impregnate ev’ry gale:
As then the varying scene you view,
Does not instruction freely pour,
From ev’ry shrub that tastes the dew,
The treasures of his copious store?
Let these attract the mental eye,
These prompt Maria’s thought profound
To call the gems, which ambush’d lie
In Nature’s vegetable round.