WHILE, orient skies reftóre the day, And dew-drops catch the lucid ray 3 Amid the sprightly scenes of morn, Will aught the muse inspire? Ye rural thanes that o'er the moffy down And urg'd by rude constraint resound the jovial cry? See See from the neighbouring hill, forlorn He finds his labour'd crops a prey; He fees his flock-no more in circles feed; And with no random curfes loads the deed. Nor yet, ye fwains, conclude That nature fmiles for you alone; Your bounded fouls, and your conceptions crude, The proud, the selfish boast disown: Yours be the produce of the foil; O may it still reward your toil ! Of clinging infants, ask support in vain! But tho' the various harveft gild your plains, Does the mere landscape feast Athirst ye praise the limpid stream, 'tis true: It mimic no unpleafing fong, The limpid fountain murmurs not for you. Unpleas'd ye fee the thickets bloom, The dappled mead without a smile. For well she knows, your froward sense accuse : Forth to the folemn oak you bring the fquare, And span the maffy trunk, before you cry, 'tis fair. Nor yer ye learn'd, nor yet ye courtly train, She, where the pleases kind or coy, Then hither bring the fair ingenuous mind, Lo! not an hedge-row hawthorn blows, Or valley winds, or fountain flows, Or purple heath is ting'd in vain : Ev'n thriftless furze detains their wandering fight, And the rough barren rock grows pregnant with delight. With With what fufpicious fearful care The fordid wretch fecures his claim, If haply fome luxurious heir Should alienate the fields that wear his name! What fcruples left some future birth Should litigate a span of earth! Bonds, contracts, feoffments, names unmeet for profe, More comprehensive and more free, Her lavish charter, tafte, appropriates all we fee, Let gondolas their painted flags unfold, grave Venetian weds the fea : Each laughing mufe derides the vow; Ev'n ADRIA fcorns the mock embrace, With all her myrtle fhores in dow'r. Enjoys the fmile upon her face, Fatigu'd |