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What longest binds the closest forms secure The shapely side, that as it rises takes, By just degrees, an overhanging breath, Shelt'ring the base with its projected eaves; Th’ uplifted frame, compact at ev'ry joint, And overlaid with clear translucent glass, He settles next upon the sloping mount, Whose sharp declivity shoots off secure From the dash'd pane the deluge as it falls. He shuts it close, and the first Tabour ends. Thrice must the voluble and restless Earth Spin round upon her axle, ere the warmth, Siow gąth'ring in the midst, through the square mass Diffusd, attain the surface, when, behold! A pestilent and most corrosive stream, Like a gross fog Bæotian, rising fast, And fast condens'd upon the dewy sash, Asks egress? which obtain'd, the overcharg'd And drench'd conservatory breathes abroad, In volumes wheeling slow the vapour dank ; And, purified, rejoices to have lost Its foul inhabitant. But to assuage Th' impatient fervour, which it first conceives Within its reeking bosom, threat'ning death To his young hopes, requires discreet delay. Experience, slow preceptress, teaching oft The way to glory by miscarriage foul, Must prompt him, and admonish how to cateh Tb' auspicious moment, when the temper'd heat, Friendly to vital motion, may afford Soft fomentaion, and invite the seed. The seed, selected wisely, plump, and smooth, and glossy, he commits to pots of size Diminutive, well fill'd with well-prepar'd And fruitful soil, that has been treasur'd long, And drank no moisture from the dripping clouds.
These on the, warm and genial earth that hides
The smoking manure, and o'erspreads it all,
He places lightly, and, as time subdues
The rage of fermentation, plunges deep
In the soft medium, till they stand immers'd.
Then rise the tender germs, upstarting quick
and spreading wide their spongy lobes ; at first
Pale, wan, and livid ; but assuming soon,
If fann'd by balmy and nutritious air,
Strain's through the friendly mats, a vivid green.
Two leaves produc'd, two rough indented loaves,
Cautious he pinches from the second stalk
A pimple that portends a future sprout,
And interdicts' its growth. Thence straight succeed
The branches, sturdy to his utmost wish;
Prolifick all, and habingers of more.
The crowded roots demand enlargement now,
And transplantation in an ampler space.
Indulg'd in what they wish, they soon supply
Large foliage, overshadowing golden flow'rs,
Blown on the summit of the apparent fruit.
These have their sexes; and when summer shines,
The bee transports the fertilizing meal
From flow'r to flow'r, and e'en the breathing air
Wafts the rich prize to its appointed use.
Not so when winter scowls. Assistant Art
Then acts in Nature's office, brings to pass
The glad espousals, and ensures the crop.
Grudge not, ye rich, (since Luxury must have
His dainties, and the World's more num'rous half
Lives by contriving delicates for you,)
Grudge not the cost. Ye little know the cares
The vigilance, the labour, and the skill,
That day and night are exercis'd, and hang
Upon the ticklish balance of suspense,
That ye may garnish your profuse regales
With summer fruits brought forth by wintry sung.
Ten thousand dangers lie in weight to thwart
The process. Heat, and cold, and wind, and stream,
Noisture and drought, mice, worms, and swarming
Minute as dust, and numberless, of work
Dire disappointment that admits no cure,
And which no care can obviate. It were long,
Too long to tell th' expedients and the shifts,
Which he that fights a season so severe
Devises while he guard's his tender trust;
And oft at last in vaip. The learn'd and wise
Sarcastick would exclaim, and judge the song
Cold as its theme, and like its iheme the fruit
Of too much labour, worthless when produc'd.
Who loves a garden loves a green-house too
Unconscious of a less propitious clime,
There blooms exotick beauty, warm and snug,
While the winds whistle and the snows descend,
The spiry myrtle with unwith’ring leaf
Sbines there, and flourishes. The golden beast
Of Portugal and western India there,
The ruddier orange, and the paler lime
Peep through their polish'd foliage at the storm,
And seem to smile at what they need not fear.
The amomrum there with intermingling flow'rs
And cherries hangs her twigs. Geranium boasts
Her crimson honours; and the spangled beau,
Ficoides glilters bright the winter long.
All plants of ev'ry leaf, that can endure
The winter's frown, if screen'd from his shrewd bite,
Live there, and prosper. Those Ausonia claims,
Levantine regions these ; th' Azores send
Their jessamine, her jessamine remote
Caffraria : foreigners from many lands,
They form one social shade, as if conven'd
By magick summons of th' Orphean lyre.
Yet just arrangement, rarely brought to pass
Byt by a master's hanå, disposing well
The gay diversities of leaf and flow'r,
Must lend its aid t’ illustrate all their charms,
And dress the regular yet various scene.
Plant behind plant aspiring, in the van
The dwarfish, in the rear retir'd, but still
Sublime above the rest, the statelier stand.
So once were rang'd the sons of ancient Rome,
A noble show! while Roscins trod the stage ;
while Garrick, as renown'd as he,
The sons of Albion ; fearing each to lose,
Some note of Nature's musick from his lips,
And covetous of Shakspeare's beauty, seen
In ev'ry flash of his far beaming eye,
Nor taste alone and well contriy'd display
Sufficed to give the marshall'd ranks the grace
of their complete effect. Much yet remains
Unsung, and many cares are yet behind,
And more laborious ; cares on which depend
Their vigour, injur'd soon, not soon restor'd.
The soil must be renew'd, which often wash'd
Loses its treasure of salubrious salts,
And disappoints the roots; the slender roots
Close interwoven, where they meet the vase,
Must smooth be shorn away ; the sapless branch,
Must fly before the knife; the wither'd leaf
Must be detach’d, and where it strews the floor
Swept with a woman's neatness, breeding else
Contagion and disseminating death.
Discharge but these kind offices, (and who
Would spare, that loves them, offices like these :)
Well they repay the toil. The sight is pleased,
The scent regal'd, each odorif'roys lear,
Each op'ning blossom, freely breathes absoad
Its gratitude, and thanks him with its sweets.
So manifold, all pleasing in their kind, All healthful are th' employs of rural life. Reiterated as the wheel of time Runs round; still ending, and beginning still. Nor are these all. To deck the shapely knoll That softly swell’d and gaily dress'd appears A fiow'ry island, from the dark green lawn Emerging, must be deem'd a labour due To no mean band, and asks the touch of taste. flere also grateful mixture of well-match'd Ind sorted hues, (each giving each relief, Ind by contrasted beauty shining more,), Is needful, Strength may wield the pond'rous spade, May turn the clod, and wheel the compost home;. Bui elegance, chief grace the garden shows, And most attractive, is the fair result of thought, the creature of a polish'd mind. Without it all is Gothick as the scene To which th” insipid citizen resorts Near yonder heath; where industry mispent, But proud of his uņcouth, ill-chosen task, Has made a Heav'n on Earth ; with suns and moons. Of close-ramn'd stones hax charg?d th’encumber'd soil, And fairly laid the zodiack in the dust. He, therefore, who would see his flow'rs dispos'd Sightly and in just order, ere he gives. The beds the trusted treasure of their seeds, Forecasts the future whole; that, when the scene Shall break into its preconceiv'd display, Fach for itself, and all as with one voice Conspiring, may attest his bright design, Nor even then dismissing as perform'd, His pleasant work, may he suppose it done. few self-supported dow'rs endure the wind