IV. Athwart the park, with angry mien, The Spirit of the Storm was seen, And rent the groves asunder; First whistling like a shepherd's pipe, But soon with big destruction ripe, And roaring loud as thunder. V. To weep and view the pit'less storm The Sylvan Nymphs assembled ; VI. But when the Elm receiv'd the blow, Who can describe PHILEMON's woe Or paint his deep dejection? "Alas!" he cry'd, "my fav'rite tree, "Whose shade has oft protected me, "Wanted itself protection! VII. "No more with joy shall I behold Thy mutilated arms unfold "Their foliage to the spring; "Nor, when thy lessen'd shade I court, "View them again in wanton sport Play with the zephyr's wing. VIII. "And where is now thy tufted bower, "Which, crown'd with many a festive flower, "Shut out the scorching ray? "When many a youth, and many a maid, 1X. "Ah, luckless Tree! these streaming eyes "With thee too fondly sympathise; "Thy griefs my pity claim: "The same sad fate I'm doom'd to mourn, "My feeble limbs the Gout has torn, "That tempest of the frame!" * The Christian name of LORD BRAYBROOKE. [ 5 ] X. He ceas'd: when thus an humble bard, 'Forbear these plaintive tears to shed; The Naiads of a neighbouring* spring 'In life's dark storms thou art not tost; XII. To comfort thy declining age, • To soothe the gout's malignant rage, And clasp'd his RICHARD's hand. • Sunning-Hill. †The present LORD BRAYBROOKE, and his sister, MIS. JALABERT. INSCRIPTIONS FOR THE GROTTO, AT THE END OF THE OAK WALK, AT BILLINGBEAR. [On the Outside.] NOR Parian stone, nor costly shell, But if a rustic plain retreat, This Grotto enter:-Hence survey [ 7 ] [On the Inside.] EMBOW'RING oaks, a stately row, On either side a verdant lawn But when the ev'ning shades prevail, Then fancy sees, or seems to see, Along their consecrated grove: |