y manners-painting strains,
the loves, the ways of simple swains,
till now, o'er all my wide domains
thy fame extends;
and some, the pride of coi's pins,
bee thy friends.
“thou st not learn, nor i show,
to paint with thomson's ndscape glow;
or wake the bosom-melting throe,
with shenstone's art;
or pour, with gray, the moving flow
warm on the heart.
“yet, all beh th' unrivall'd rose,
t e lowly daisy sweetly blows;
tho' rge the forest's monarch throws
his army shade,
yet green the juicy hawthrows,
The Vision(15/17)