Limes round his haunts diffus’d a grateful shade,
And verdant pines with many a cone array’d;
And every bud that gemm’d the vernal spray,
Swell’d into fruit beneath th’ autumnal ray.
He lofty elms, transpos’d in order, plac’d,
Luxuriant pears at will his alleys grac’d,
And grafted thorns that blushing plumes display’d,
And plains that stretch’d o’er summer feasts their shade.
Ah! fav’rite scenes! to other bards resign’d,
I leave your charms, and trace my task assign’d.