Of the first Paradise there's nothing found ;
Plants set by Heaven are vanished, and the ground ;
Yet the description lasts ; who knows the fate
Of lines that shall this paradise relate ?

Instead of rivers roiling by the side S

Of Eden's garden, here flows in the tide ;
The sea, which always served his empire, now
Pays tribute to our Prince's pleasure too.
Of famous cities we the founders know ;
But rivers, old as seas, to which they go, lo

Are nature's bounty ; 'tis of more renown
To make a river, than to build a town.
For future shade, young trees upon the banks
Of the new stream appear in even ranks ;
The voice of Orpheus, or Amphion's hand, 15

In better order could not make them stand ;
May they increase as fast, and spread their boughs,
As the high fame of their great owner grows I
May he live long enough to see them all
Dark shadows cast, and as his palace tall ! 20

Methinks I see the love that shall be made.
The lovers walking in that amorous shade ;
The gallants dancing by the river's side ;
They bathe in summer, and in winter slide.
