Yon crooked, sunny Roads change rising Views
From brown, to sandy-red, and chalky Hues.
One mingled Scene another quick succeeds,
Men, Chariots, Teams, yok'd Steers, and prancing Steeds,
Which climb, descend, and, as loud Whips resound,
Stretch, sweat, and smoke along unequal Ground.
On winding Thames, reflecting radiant Beams,
When Boats, Ships, Barges mark the roughen'd Streams,
This Way, and that, they diff'rent Points pursue;
So mix the Motions, and so shifts the View.
While thus we throw around our gladden'd Eyes,
The Gifts of Heav'n in gay Profusion rise;
Trees rich with Gums, and Fruits; with Jewels Rocks;
Plains with Flow'rs, Herbs, and Plants, and Beeves, and Flocks;
Mountains with Mines; with Oak, and Cedar, Woods;
Quarries with Marble, and with Fish the Floods.