Glinton Spire

Glinton! thy taper spire predominates
Over the level landscape; and the mind,
Musing the pleasing picture, contemplates
What elegance of beauty, much refined
By taste, effects. It almost elevates
One's admiration; making common things
Around it glow with beauties not their own.
Thus in this landscape, earth superior springs;
Those straggling trees, though lonely, seem not lone,
But in thy presence wear a conscious power;
Even these tombs of melancholy stone,
Gleaning cold memories round Oblivion's bower,
Types of eternity appear, and hire
A lease from Fame by thy enchanting spire.