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The hills and dales no more resound

The lambkin's tender cry!
Without one murmur, Yarrow stole
In dimpling silence by!

All Nature seemed, in still repose,
Her voice alone to hear;

That gently rolled the tuneful wave.
She spoke, and blessed my ear.

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Take, take whate'er of bless, or joy,
You fondly fancy mine!

Whate'er of joy, or bless, I boast;
Love renders wholly thine!"

The woods struck up, to the soft gale;
The leaves were seen to move!

The feathered choir resumed their voice; And wonder filled the grove!

'The hills and dales again resound
The lambkin's tender cry,
With all his murmurs, Yarrow trilled
The Song of Triumph by!
Above, beneath, around, all on

Was Verdure, Beauty, Song!

I snatched her to my trembling breast! All Nature joyed along!'

'YE Shepherds and Nymphs, that adorn the gay plain, Approach from your sports, and attend to my strain! Amongst all your number, a Lover so true

Was ne'er so undone, with such bliss in his view!

'Was ever a Nymph so hard-hearted as mine! She knows me sincere; and she sees how I pine! She does not disdain me, nor frown in her wrath; But calmly and mildly resigns me to death!

'She calls me her Friend; but her Lover denies! She smiles, when I'm cheerful; but hears not my sighs! A bosom so flinty, so gentle an Air,

Inspires me with hope; and yet bids me despair!

'I fall at her feet, and implore her with tears;
Her answer confounds, while her manner endears!
When softly She tells me, to hope no relief;
My trembling lips bless her, in spite of my grief!

'By night, while I slumber still haunted with care,
I start up in anguish, and sigh for the Fair!
The Fair sleeps in peace! May She ever do so;
And only when dreaming imagine my woe!'

'Then, gaze at a distance; nor further aspire!
Nor think She should love, whom She cannot admire!
Hush all thy complaining; and, dying her slave,
Commend her to Heaven, thyself to the grave!'

WHAT man, in his wits, had not rather be poor,
Than for lucre his freedom to give!
Ever busy the means of his life to secure;
And so ever neglecting to live!

Invironed from morning to night in a crowd;
Not a moment unbent, or alone!
Constrained to be abject, though never so proud;
And at every one's call but his own!

Still repining, and longing for quiet, each hour;
Yet studiously flying it still!

With the means of enjoying his wish, in his power;
But accursed with his wanting the will!

For a year must be past, or a day must be come, Before he has leisure to rest;

He must add to his store, this, or that, pretty sum; And then will have time to be blest!

But his gains, more bewitching the more they increase, Only swell the desire of his eye!

Such a wretch, let mine enemy live, if he please! Let not even mine enemy die!

PHILLIS is lively, brisk, and gay;

And loves the crystal springs,

Where she, with Fountain Nymphs does play; And to DIANA sings.

She roves through sweet ambrosial bowers,
And meekly lives at ease.

She culls, in groves, the sweetest flowers;
And has no Swain to please!

CUPID STRINGING HIS BOW

IN AN IDALIAN MEAD.

HERE, CUPID puffed, and strung his bow; Resolved the Nymphs his power should know. DRUSILLA, this can testify!

For as the Nymph stood peeping by;
Because she could not hold, but smile
To see the Chit of VENUS toil.
The Boy, forsooth, offended grew;
And, at her breast, his arrow flew,
As, in the mead, the Virgin lay,
She did a heaven of charms display.

To view her wound, bright VENUS grieved,

And, in her pain, the Nymph relieved;
Then vowed, by Styx! she'd CUPID bind,
If to the Maid he proved unkind.

THE BEE.

A WANTON Bee, of ancient fame,
From Hybla's mountain singing came;
And, pleased, he flies through ev'ry field,
Where daffs and kingcups odours yield;
But lighting on VIRENIA's arm,

When Sleep to rest her eyes did charm,
He finer sweets does gather there;
Nor would he to his hive repair.

The waking Nymph, surprised to see
Th' unusual fondness of the Bee,
War to denounce she was afraid,
And chose to form an ambuscade.
To him a sprig of thyme did shove,
A herb that every Bee does love.
But he of this no notice took;

At which, with fear the Virgin shook :
When, by indulgent JUNO sent,
A Fountain Nymph to help her went.
The sportive Bee then flew away;
And bright VIRENIA gained the day.