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To the Right Honourable



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At once the Monarch's and the Muse's seats, Invite my lays. Be present fylvan maids ! Unlock your springs, and open all your Ahades. Granville commands; your aid o Muses bring! What Muse for Granville can refuse to fing?

The groves of Eden, vanish'd now so long, Live in defeription, and look green in fong : Thefe, were my breast inspir'd with equal flame, Like them in beauty, fhould be like in fame. Here hills and vales, the woodland and the plain, Here earth and water seem to strive again.

Not Chaos-like together crush'd and bruisid, But as the world, harmoniously confus'd: Where order in variety we see, And where, tho' all things differ, all agree, Here waving groves a checquer'd scene display, And part admit, and part exclude the day, As fome coy nymph her lover's warm address Nor quite indulges; nor can quite repress. There, interspers'd in lawns and opening glades, Thin trees arise that shun each others shades. Here in full light the russet plains extend; There wrapt in clouds the blueish hills ascend: *Ev'n the wild heath displays her purple dyes, And 'midit the desert fruitful fields arise, That crown'd with tufted trees and springing corn, Like verdant ifles the fable waste adorn. Let India boast her plants, nor envy we The weeping amber or the balmy tree, While by our oaks the precious loads are born, And realms commanded which those trees adorn. Not proud Olympus yields a nobler fight, Tho' Gods assembled grace his tow'ring height, Than what more humble mountains offer here, Where, in their blessings, all those Gods appear.


See Pan with flocks, with fruits Pomona crown'd,
Here blushing Flora paints th' enamell’d ground,
Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect stand,
And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand,
Rich industry fits smiling on the plains,
And peace and plenty tell, a Stuart reigns.

Not thus the land appear'd in ages past,
A dreary desert and a gloomy waste,
To savage beasts and * savage laws a prey,
And Kings more furious and severe than they:
Who claim'd the skies, dispeopled air and floods,
The lonely Lords of empty wilds and woods.
Cities laid waste, they storm'd the dens and caves,
(For wiser brutes were backward to be slaves.)
What could be free, when lawless beasts obey'd,
And ev’n the elements a tyrant sway'd ?
In vain kind seasons fwell'd the teening grain,
Soft show'rs distillid, and suns grew warm in vain;
The swain with tears to beasts his labour yields,
And familh'd dies amidst his ripen'd fields.
No wonder savages or subjects flain
Were equal crimes in a despotic reign,

* The Forest Lawsi



Both doom'd alike for sportive tyrants bled,
But subjects starv'd while savages were fed.
Proud Nimrod first the bloody chace began,
A mighty hunter, and his prey was man.
Our haughty Norman boasts that barb'rous name,
And makes his trembling flaves the royal game.
The † fields are ravish'd from th’ industrious swains,
From men their cities, and from Gods their fanes:
The levellid towns with weeds lie cover'd o're;
The hollow winds thro' naked temples roar;
Round broken columns clasping ivy twin'd;
O'er heaps of ruin stalk'd the stately hind;
The fox obscene to gaping tombs retires,
And wolves with howling fill the sacred quires.
Aw'd by his Nobles, by his Commons curst,
Th' oppreffor rul'd tyrannick where he durft,
Stretch'd o'er the Poor, and Church, his iron rod,
And treats alike his vassals and his God.
Who'm ev'n the Saxon spar'd, and bloody Dane,
The wanton victim of his sport remain.
But see the man who spacious regions gave
A waste for beasts, himself deny'd a grave!

Alluding to the new forest, and the tyrannies exercis'd there by William


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