Lines to My Brother from a Pavillion in His Garden

Sweet spot of nature deckd with every charm —
Our senses know in rural beauty's form. —
While fruits, and flowers, so nicely are display'd —
As if the powers of order here had made —
Their chosen seat — while usefulness Combin'd —
Gives us the portrait of the formers mind. —
Thus mighty Romes fam'd orators of old —
In Counsel deep and in the senate bold —
Defending innocence from lawless force —
And guiding Justice to its proper source —
Could quit the forum, for the Sabine field —
With their own hands the spade and plough could wield —
And in their gardens every Lux'ry plac'd —
That nature gives to elegance and taste. —
Thus may you long your Leisure hours employ —
And with your Portia taste the cup of Joy —
May rural plenty on your board be spread —
And your sweet plants like Myrtle crown your head
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