And, lo! what numerous beauties grace

Th’ enchanted intermediate space!

Rivers winding through the vales,

Here, full in view; there, faintly shewn,

Hillocks, inter-mix’d with dales,

Rural cotts at distance thrown---

There, some foaming cataract pours

140 From the steep cliff it’s watery stores;

Here, spreads it’s gloom some awful grove,

Through whose thick branches interwove,

While the sun darts his slanting beams,

Delightful to the eye the yellowish lustre streams---