Translations from the French of Madame de la Mothe Guion

'Tis folly all--let me no more be told Of Parian porticos, and roofs of gold; Delightful views of nature, dressed by art, Enchant no longer this indifferent heart; The Lord of all things, in his humble birth, Makes mean the proud magnificence of earth; The straw, the manger, and the mouldering wall, Eclipse its lustre; and I scorn it all. Canals, and fountains, and delicious vales, Green slopes and plains, whose plenty never fails; Deep-rooted groves, whose heads sublimely rise, Earth-born, and yet ambitious of the skies; The abundant foliage of whose gloomy shades, Vainly the sun in all its power invades;