But see! the sun the steep of heaven descends,
And yon kind cloud her golden curtain lends:
Let me, ye Walks! your flowery maze pursue,
And on one plain the world's whole tribute view.
That tribute, Commerce, which we owe to thee,
As thou we owe to godlike Liberty.
Here spicy shrubs, the growth of Afric, bloom,
And ancient Asia breathes her sweet perfume:
Columbean wilds their later treasures yield,
And British roses crown the flowery field.