On
the
QUEEN's
Grotto
,
in
RICHMOND
Gardens
.
NOW
blush
,
CALYPSO
;
'tis
but
just
to
yield
,
That
all
your
mossy
Caves
are
here
excell'd
.
See
how
the
Walls
,
in
humble
Form
,
advance
,
With
careless
Pride
,
and
simple
Elegance
:
See
Art
and
Nature
strive
with
equal
Grace
,
And
Fancy
charm'd
with
what
she
can't
surpass
.
Flow
swiftly
,
THAMES
;
and
flowing
,
still
proclaim
.
This
Building's
Beauty
,
and
the
Builder's
Fame
;
Tell
Indian
Seas
,
thy
NAIADS
here
have
seen
The
sweetest
Grotto
,
and
the
wisest
QUEEN
;
Whose
Royal
Presence
bless'd
this
humble
Seat
:
How
small
the
Mansion
,
and
the
Guest
how
Great
!
So
Angels
sat
in
Canaan's
sweet
Abodes
,
So
rural
Shades
were
honour'd
with
the
Gods
.
Here
may
her
Soul
th'Almighty's
Wonders
trace
,
Far
as
the
Worthies
,
that
adorn
the
Place
;
Whose
awful
Busts
around
the
Grot
appear
,
The
brightest
Stars
in
Learning's
Hemisphere
:
Their
Fathers
dimly
view'd
the
dawning
Ray
;
These
rose
like
Suns
,
and
brought
a
Flood
of
Day
.
BUT
cease
,
my
Muse
,
and
cast
thy
wond'ring
Eyes
,
Where
PHOEBUS'
lofty
Eaton
and
Westminster
Schools
.
Domes
majestic
rise
;
Whose
tuneful
Train
have
sung
this
Grotto's
Praise
,
Contending
each
,
till
each
deserves
the
Bays
.
O
pardon
me
,
ye
learned
Sons
of
Fame
!
Who
saintly
,
after
you
,
attempt
the
Theme
;
Nor
think
,
I
rival
your
poetic
Fires
;
My
QUEEN
commands
,
and
Gratitude
inspires
And
You
,
Imperial
Foundress
!
deign
to
smile
,
Nor
scorn
the
least
,
the
latest
Muse's
Toil
;
Who
brings
the
tardy
Off'ring
of
her
Lays
,
The
first
in
Duty
,
tho'
the
last
in
Praise
.