But GARRICK, sure thou need'st not send A gift of this sort to thy friend, As if that friend requir'd to see Something to make him think of thee. Whoe'er has seen thy wond'rous pow'rs, In such warm tints, thy form and face, ΤΟ DAVID GARRICK, ESQ. AT MOUNT EDGCUMBE. BY THE LATE EARL OF CHATHAM. LEAVE, Garrick, the rich landscape, proudly gay, Yet there no wonders your quick eye can meet, Herds, flocks, and smiling Ceres deck our plain, Of sportive children frolic o'er the green; Meantime pure Love looks on, and consecrates the scene. Come, then, immortal Spirit of the stage, Who, rich in rural peace, ne'er thought of pomp or gold. MR. GARRICK's ANSWER. WHEN Peleus' son, untaught to yield, So, Chatham, whose exalted soul Pervaded and inspir'd the whole, Where far by martial glory led, Britain her sails and banners spread, Retires (though Wisdom's God dissuades) And seeks repose in rural shades: Yet thither comes the God confess'd; Celestial form! a well-known guest. Nor slow he moves with solemn air, |