Poem by Nathaniel Cotton

On Lord Cobham’s Gardens

IT puzzles much the sages’ brains
  Where Eden stood of yore;
Some place it in Arabia’s plains,
  Some say it is no more.

But Cobham can these tales confute,
  As all the curious know;
For he has proved beyond dispute
  That Paradise is Stowe.

1. Religion and Death
2. Visions for the Entertainment and Instruction of Younger Minds: Happiness
3. Visions for the Entertainment and Instruction of Younger Minds: Content
4. To a Child of Five Years Old
5. The Fireside

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