"But what! when CHLORA, earth-born maid, "Invited to the facred shade, "Is told, by Profanation's voice, "That her's o'er Wifdom-felf's the choice, "That She-yes, fuch the ftrange appeal, "Can Wisdom's dictates beft reveal; "How recreant dare again address "The Goddess in her dread recefs; "How not in penitential tone, "Proftrate th' unhallow'd lapfe bemoan, 350 360 << When Whofe offspring, rebel to her reign, To local limits would restrain Those charms that Nature, and that you, And as the Artist's works of fire, What 'tis Senfation gives to Man, When in her Rainbow-vestment clad, Nature, his heart elate and glad, Impreffes with her heavenly rays, That spread and shine ten thousand ways! And shall th' unnatural human mind 390 |