. The deserted village . the lowly train,To me more dear, congenial to my heart,One native charm, than all the gloss of art:Spontaneous joys, where nature has its play,The soul adopts, and owns their first-born sway;Lightly they frolic oer the vacant mind,Unenvied, unmolested, the long pomp, the midnight masquerade,With all the freaks of wanton wealth arrayed,In these, ere triflers half their wish obtain,The toiling pleasure sickens into pain:And een while fashions brightest arts decoyThe heart distrusting asks, if this be joy? X Ye friends to truth,[M ye statesmen who survey s
. The deserted village . the lowly train,To me more dear, congenial to my heart,One native charm, than all the gloss of art:Spontaneous joys, where nature has its play,The soul adopts, and owns their first-born sway;Lightly they frolic oer the vacant mind,Unenvied, unmolested, the long pomp, the midnight masquerade,With all the freaks of wanton wealth arrayed,In these, ere triflers half their wish obtain,The toiling pleasure sickens into pain:And een while fashions brightest arts decoyThe heart distrusting asks, if this be joy? X Ye friends to truth,[M ye statesmen who survey s The rich mans joys increase, the poors decay!Tis yours to judge, how wide the limits standBetween a splendid and a happy swells the tide with loads of freighted ore,And shouting Folly hails them from her shore;Hoards, een beyond the misers wish abound,And rich men flock from all the world around. Yet count our gains. This wealth is but a nameThat leaves our useful products still the same,i -i Not so the The man of wealth ) tvS and prideTakes up a space that many poor supplied; VjJ ,Space for his lake, his parks extended bounds, ™Space for his horses, equipage,and hounds;The robe thatwraps his limbs in silken sloth,Has robbed the neigh-bouring fields of half their growth;His seat, where solitary sports are seen,Indignant spurns the cottagefrom the green; 34 Around the world each needful product all the luxuries the world thus the land adorned for pleasure, allIn barren splendour feebly waits the some fair female, unadorned and plain,Secure to please while youth confirms her reign,Slights every borrowed charm that dress supplies,Nor shares with art the triumph of her eyes;But when those charms are past, for charms are frail,When time advances, and when lovers fail,She then shines forth, solicitous to bless,In all the glaring impotence of dress. In natures simplest charms atfirst arrayed,But -v erging to decline, its splendours
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