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 We nowhere art do so triumphant see,
 * As when it grafts or buds the tree;

In other things we count it to excel, If it a docile scholar can appear To Nature, and but imitate her well: It over-rules, and is her master here. It imitates her Maker's power divine, And changes her sometimes, and sometimes does refine: It does, like grace, the fallen tree restore To its blest state of Paradise before: Who would not joy to see his conquering hand O'er all the vegetable world command, And the wild giants of the wood receive
 * What laws he's pleased to give?

He bids the ill-natured crab produce The gentler apple's winy juice,
 * The golden fruit that worthy is,
 * Of Galatea's purple kiss;
 * He does the savage hawthorn teach