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Ah lead forth my flock in the morn,
And the damps of each ev’ning repell;
I never once dream of my vine ;
If I knew of a kid that was mine.
Beyond all that had pleas'd me before;
Why wander thus pensively here? .
Where I fed on the smiles of my dear?
The pride of that valley, is flown ;
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'Twas with pain that she saw me depart.
My path I could hardly discern;
To visit some far-distant shrine,
Is happy, nor heard to repine.
Where my vows, my devotion, I owe,
II. H O P E.
And my hills are white-over with sheep. • I seldom have met with a loss,
Such health do my fountains bestow;
My fountains all border'd with moss, ... Where the hare-bells and violets grow.
Not a pine in my grove is there seen,
But with tendrils of woodbine is bound: . Not a beech's more beautiful green,
But a sweet-briar twines it around. Not my fields, in the prime of the year,
More charms than my cattle unfold :
To the bow'r I have labour'd to rear ;
But I hasted and planted it there.
With the lilac to render it gay!
From thickets of roses that blow!
And when her bright form shall appear,
Each bird shall harmoniously join
I have found where the wood-pigeons breed : But let me that plunder forbear,
She will say 'twas a barbarous deed. For he ne'er could be true, the averd,
Who could rob a poor bird of its young:
How that pity was due to --- a dove :
And she call’dt it the fifter of love.
So much I her accents adore,
Methinks I should love her the more.' .
. VII. . . Can a borom so gentle remain
Unmov’d, when hèr Corydon fighs ? Will a nymph that is fond of the plain,
These plains, and this valley despise ?
Soft scenes of contentment and ease !
And where are her grots and her bow'rs?
And the shepherds as gentle as ours? The groves may perhaps be as fair,
And the face of the valleys as fine; The swains may in manners compare, But their love is not equal to mine. III. SOLICITUD E.
1. W H Y will you my passion reprove ?
Why term it a folly to grieve ? Ere I shew you the charms of my love, She is fairer than you can believe. Bb 4