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 Tliy hill, delightful Shene? here let us sweep The boundless landskip: now the raptur'd eye. Exulting swift, to huge fend, Now to the Sister-Hills that skirt her plain, To lofty Harrow now, and now to where Majestic Windsor lifts his princely brow. In lovely contrast to this glorious view, Calmly magnificent, then will we turn To where the silver Thames first rural grows. There let the feasted eye unwearied stray: Luxurious, there, rove thro' the pendant woods That nodding hang o'er retreat; And, stooping thence to Ham's embowering walks, Beneath whose shades, in spotless peace retir'd, With the pleasing partner of his heart, The worthy yet laments his , And polish'd wooes the willing Muse, Slow let us trace the matchless ; Fair-winding up to where the Muses haunt In Twit'nam's bowers, and for their implore The healing God; to royal Hampton's pile, To Clermont's terrass'd height, and Esher's groves, Where in the sweetest solitude, embrac'd By the soft windings of the silent Mole, From courts and senates finds repose. Inchanting vale! beyond whate'er the Muse Has of Achaia or Hesperia sung! O vale of bliss! O softly-swelling hills! On which the power of Cultivation lies, And joys to see the wonders of his toil.

! what a goodly prospect spreads around, Of hills, and dales, and woods, and lawns, and spires, And