Sing, Mufe-and O! may Townshend deign to view What the Mufe fings, to Townshend this is due! Who, carrying with him all the world admires, From all the world illuftriously retires:
And calmly wandering in his Rainham roves By lake, or spring, by thicket, lawn, or groves : Where verdant hills, or vales, where fountains ftray, Charm every thought of idle pomp away: Unenvy'd views the fplendid toils of state, In private happy, as in public great.
Thus godlike Scipio, on whofe cares reclin'd The burthen and repose of half mankind, Left to the vain their pomp, and calmly stray'd, The world forgot, beneath the laurel shade; Nor longer would be great, but, void of strife, Clos'd in foft peace his eve of glorious life.
Feed round, my goats; ye fheep, in safety graze; Ye winds, breathe gently while I tune my lays.
The joyous fpring draws nigh! amhrofial showers Unbind the earth, the earth unbinds the flowers, The flowers blow sweet, the daffodils unfold The spreading glories of their blooming gold.
As the gay hours advance, the bloffoms fhoot, The knitting bloffoms harden into fruit, And as the autumn by degrees enfues,
The mellowing fruits difplay their streaky hues.
When the winds whistle, and the tempeft roars, When foaming billows lafh the founding shores, The bloomy beauties of the paftures die, And in gay heaps of fragrant ruin lie.
Severe the storms! when fhuddering winter binds The earth! but winter yields to vernal winds. O! Love, thy rigour my whole life deforms, More cold than winter, more fevere than storms!
Sweet is the spring, and gay the summer hours, When balmy odours breathe from painted flowers; But neither sweet the fpring, nor fummer gay, When the I love, my charmer, is away.
To favage rocks, through bleak inclement fkies, Deaf as thofe rocks, from me my fair-one flies : O virgin, ceafe to fly! th' inclement air
May hurt thy charms ---but thou haft charms to fpare!
I love, and ever fhall my love remain, The faireft, kindeft virgin of the plain;
With equal paffion her toft bofom glows,
Feels the fweet pains, and fhares the heavenly woes.
With a feign'd paffion, the I love, beguiles, And gayly falfe the dear diffembler smiles; But let her still those bleft deceits employ, Still may the feign, and cheat me into joy!
On yonder bank the yielding nymph reclin'd, Gods! how transported I, and the how kind! There rife, ye flowers, and there your pride display, There shed your odours where the fair-one lay!
Once, as my fair-one in the rofy bower In gentle flumbers pafs'd the noon-tide hour, Soft I approach'd, and raptur'd with the bliss At leisure gaz'd, then stole a filent kifs ; She wak'd; when confcious fmiles, but ill repreft, Spoke no difdain !- -Was ever fwain fo bleft?
With fragrant apples from the bending bough In fport my charmer gave her swain a blow : The fair offender, of my wrath afraid, Fled, till I feiz'd and kifs'd the blooming maid She fmil'd, and vow'd if thus her crimes I pay, She would offend a thousand times a day !
O'er the steep mountain, and the pathless mead, From my embrace the lovely fcorner fled;
But ftumbling in the flight, by chance the fell; I faw---but what---her lover will not tell!
From me, my fair-one fled, diffembling play, And in the dark conceal'd the wanton lay; But laugh'd, and fhew'd by the directing found She only hid, in secret to be found.
Far hence to happier climes Belinda strays, But in my breast her lovely image stays ;
O to these plains again, bright nymph, repair, Or from my breast far hence thy image bear!
Come, Delia, come, till Delia bless these feats, Hide me, ye groves, within your dark retreats ! In hollow groans, ye winds, around me blow! Ye bubbling fountains, murmur to my woe!
Where'er Belinda roves, ye Zephyrs, play! Where'er the treads, ye flowers, adorn the way! From fultry funs, ye groves, my charmer keep! Ye bubbling fountains, murmur to her sleep!
If ftreams fmooth-wandering, Delia, yield delight, If the gay rofe, or lily, please thy fight;
Smooth ftreams here wander, here the roses glow, Here the proud lilies rise to shade thy brow!
Aid me, ye Muses, while I loud proclaim What love infpires, and fing Belinda's name : Waft it, ye breezes, to the hills around, And sport, ye echoes, with the favourite found.
Thy name, my Delia, fhall improve my fong, The pleafing labour of my ravish'd tongue : Her name to heaven propitious Zephyrs bear, And breathe it to her kindred angels there!
But fee! the night difplays her starry train, Soft filver dews impearl the glittering plain; An awful horror fills the gloomy woods, And bluish mists rife from the fmoaking floods ; * Hafte, Daphnis, hafte to fold thy woolly care, The deepening fhades imbrown th' unwholesome air.
VARIATION.
* Hafte, Lycidas, to fold &c.
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