WINDSOR-FOREST.
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Ev'n the wild heath displays her purple dyes,
And 'midst the desert fruitful fields arise,
That crown'd with tufted trees and springing corn,
Like verdant isles the sable 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 sight,
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'enamel'd Ground,
Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect stand,
And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand;
And 'midst the desert fruitful fields arise,
That crown'd with tufted trees and springing corn,
Like verdant isles the sable 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 sight,
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'enamel'd Ground,
Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect stand,
And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand;
A 4
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