—what art can coax away from its native soil? Do we find it in Francis?—
“Where the pale poplar and the pine
Expel the sun’s intemperate beam;
In hospitable shades their branches twine,
And winds with toil, though swift, the tremulous stream”;
or in Creech—though Creech is here luckier than usual?—
“Where near a purling Spring doth glide
In winding Streams, and softly chide
The interrupting Pebble as it flows”;
or in Prout?—