Note 187 — MAY. (continued 3)
Reading edition
“Beneath the shelter of the silent elm, His native elm (to sapience still a friend) Merones loves, and meditates beneath The verdure of thy leaves: see there How silently he sits! and lost in thought, Weighs in his mind some great design! revolves He now his Subtile Fluxions? or displays By truest signs the Sphere’s Projection wide? Wide as thy sphere, Merones, be thy fame.”
See a poem on the old Elm at Hurworth, in Gent. Mag. for May, 1756.