On a Beautiful Scene, Lady Diana Beauclerc's Creation

" Ye Nymphs, the secret theft unfold,
Whose fairy touch converts to gold,
And forms Elysian bowers? "
Bright Fancy heard; and whispering Taste ,
In Beauclerc's mind, and scene, embrac'd,
Reply'd, " The charm is ours . "
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