CLASS THE FIRST CONTINUED. ODE XXXVIII. TO PLEASURE. SISTER of Youth and laughing Joy, And Bacchus wreath'd with ivy green; O lead me to thy blissful vale ! Where Hope and Health in sprightly round, Leisure, with Freedom hand in hand, In dance fantastic beat the ground; Where'er they tread the fairest flowers arise, Embroidering all the green with ever-varying dies. Let the stern pedant love to waste In studious search the tedious night, Attentive to the learned page, By musing taper's glimmering light, B |