VERSES BY LAD Y WORTLEY MONTAGUE

Give me, great God, said I, a little farm,

In summer shady, and in winter warm :

Where a clear spring gives birlh to murm'ring brooks ,

By nature gliding down the massy rocks ,

Not artiully by leaden pipes convey'd ,

Or greatly falling in a forc'd cascade.

Pure and unsullied winding ihro' ihe shade.

All-bounteous Heav'n bas added lo my pray'r

A softer cliniate and a purer air.