Gay with the Bloom of all her opening Year,
The  at  bids her Throne appear;
And there presides; and there the fav'rite Band
(Her smiling ) share the great Command.
Now beauteous  dress thy flow'ry Beds
With all the Pride the lavish Season sheds,
Now all thy Colours, all thy Fragrance yield,
And rival  Aromatick Field.
To fill the Presence of the gentle Court
From ev'ry Quarter rural  resort,
From Woods, from Mountains, from their humble Vales,
From Waters curling with the wanton Gales.
Pleas'd with the joyful Train, the
In Circles seats them round the Bank of green;
And 'lovely Girls, (she whispers) guard your Hearts;
' My Boy, tho' stript of Arms, abounds in Arts.

