Poor, paltry slaves! yet born 'midst noblest scenes—

Why, Nature, waste thy wonders on such men?

Lo! Cintra's glorious Eden intervenes[45]

In variegated maze of mount and glen.

Ah, me! what hand can pencil guide, or pen,

To follow half on which the eye dilates

Through views more dazzling unto mortal ken[ay]

Than those whereof such things the Bard relates,

Who to the awe-struck world unlocked Elysium's gates.