Allow me to muse and to figh, Nor talk of the change that ye find ; None once was fo watchful as I: I have left my dear PHYLLIS behind, Now I know what it is, to have strove With the torture of doubt and defire; What it is, to admire and to love, And to leave her we love and admire. Ah lead forth my flock in the morn, And the damps of each ev'ning repel; Alas! I am faint and forlorn : I have bade my dear PHYLLIS farewel, Since PHYLLIS vouchfaf'd me a look, But why do I languish in vain ? Why wander thus penfively here? Oh! dear? Oh! why did I come from the plain, The pride of that valley, is flown; When forc'd the fair nymph to forego, My path I could hardly difcern; I thought that she bade me return. The pilgrim that journeys all day If he bear but a relique away, Thus widely remov'd from the fair, And my folace wherever I go. MY II. HOPE. Y banks they are furnish'd with bees, Whofe murmur invites one to fleep? My grottos are shaded with trees, And my hills are white over with sheep. I feldom have met with a lofs, Such health do my fountains bestow; My fountains all border'd with mofs, Where the hare-bells and violets grow. Not a pine in my grove is there feen, Not a beech's more beautiful green, But a fweet-briar entwines it around. Not my fields, in the prime of the year, More charms than my cattle unfold: Not a brook that is limpid and clear, But it glitters with fishes of gold. One would think fhe might like to retire But I hafted and planted it there. 1 Oh how fudden the jeffamine strove From the plains, from the woodlands and From thickets of roses that blow! In a concert fo foft and fo clear, I have found out a gift for my fair; groves, I have found where the wood-pigeons breed: She will fay 'twas a barbarous deed: I have heard her with sweetness unfold How that pity was due to a dove; That That it ever attended the bold, And fhe call'd it the fifter of love. Can a bofom fo gentle remain Unmov'd when her CORYDON fighs! Soft scenes of contentment and ease! But where does my PHYLLIDA ftray? Are the groves and the valleys as gay, The groves may perhaps be as fair, III. |