And sorted hues (each giving each relief, And by contrasted beauty shining more) Is needful. Strength may wield the pond'rous spade, May turn the clod, and wheel the compost home; But elegance, chief grace the garden shows, And most attractive, is the fair result Of thought, the creature of a polish'd mind. 640 Without it all is Gothic as the scene, To which th' insipid citizen resorts Near yonder heath; where Industry mispent, Has made a Heav'n on Earth; with suns and moons Of close-ramm'd stones has charg'd th' encumber'd soil, And fairly laid the zodiac in the dust. He therefore, who would see his flow'rs dispos'd Sightly and in just order, ere he gives The beds the trusted treasure of their seeds, 650 Forecasts the future whole; that when the scene |