VERSES written in a GARDEN. By Lady M. W. M. SEE how that pair of billing doves With open murmurs own their loves; And heedless of censorious eyes, Pursue their unpolluted joys: No fears of future want molest The downy quiet of their nest; No int'rest join'd the happy pair, Securely blest in Nature's care, While her dear dictates they pursue: For constancy is nature too. Can all the doctrine of our schools, Our maxims, our religious rules, Can learning to our lives ensure Virtue so bright, or bliss so pure? The great Creator's happy ends, Virtue and pleasure ever blends: In vain the church and court have try'd Th' united essence to divide; Alike they find their wild mistake, The pedant priest, and giddy rake.