Embattl’d in her field; and th’ humble shrub,
And bush with frizzled hair implicit: last
Rose, as in dance, the stately trees, and spread
Their branches hung with copious fruit, or gemm’d
Their blossoms: with high wood the hills were crown’d;
With tufts the valleys and each fountain side,
With borders 'long the rivers: that earth now
Seem’d like to heav’n, a seat where Gods might dwell
Or wander with delight, and love to haunt
Her sacred shades. * * * *