How can they of humble station Which allows them all to love? Love like air is widely given; Pow'r nor chance can these restrain Trueft, nobleft gifts of heaven! Only pureft on the plain! Peers can no fuch charms discover, Pinks and roses in profufion, Said to fade when Chloe's near; Fops may use the fame allufion, But the fhepherd is fincere. Hark to yonder milk-maid finging, Never yet did courtly maiden. Pour a fong fo void of care. Would indulgent heav'n had granted All the empire I had wanted Then had been my fhepherd's heart. Then, with him, o'er hills and mountains, Fearless tafte the crystal fountains ; Rufticks had been more forgiving; URVEY, my fair! that lucid ftream SUR Adown the smiling valley ftray; Would art attempt, or fancy dream, To regulate its winding way? So So pleas'd I view thy shining hair Can there one fingle grace beftow. Survey again that verdant hill, With native plants enamel'd o'er ; Say, can the painter's utmost skill Inftruct one flow'r to please us more? As vain it were, with artful dye, To change the bloom thy cheeks difclofe; And oh may Laura, ere fhe try, With fresh vermilion paint the rose. Hark, how the wood-lark's tuneful throat Can every study'd grace excel; Let art constrain the rambling note, And will fhe, Laura, please so well ? Oh ever keep thy native ease, For Laura's voice is form'd to please, VERSES written towards the clofe of the Year 1748, to WILLIAM LYTTELTON, Efq; By the Same. H How bright was every flow'r! OW blithely pafs'd the fummer's day! While friends arriv'd, in circles gay, But now, with filent ftep, I range And Damon's bow'r, alas the change! O penfive Autumn! how I grieve VOL. IV. Y Ah Ah let me not, with heavy eye, Ill can I bear the motley caft At home unbleft, I gaze around, Tho' Thomson, fweet defcriptive bard! Yet how should we the months regard, Ah luckless months, of all the rest, And fee, the fwallows now difown The roofs they lov'd before; To glad fome happier fhore. The |