v. 135. Various Birds....Their song and

appearance....Pheasant.

Gave inspiration, pure as ever flow'd,
And genuine transport in his bosom glow'd.
His own shrill matin join'd the various notes
Of Nature's music, from a thousand throats:
The Blackbird strove with emulation sweet,
And Echo answer'd from her close retreat;
The sporting White-throat on some twig's end borne,
Pour'd hymns to freedom and the rising morn;
Stopt in her song perchance the starting Thrush
Shook a white shower from the black-thorn bush,
Where dew-drops thick as early blossoms hung,
And trembled as the minstrel sweetly sung.
Across his path, in either grove to hide,
The timid Rabbit scouted by his side;
Or Pheasant boldly stalk'd along the road,
Whose gold and purple tints alternate glow'd.

But groves no farther fenc'd the devious way;
A wide-extended heath before him lay,

Bringing in of Cows to be milked.

v. 153.

Where on the grass the stagnant shower had run,
And shone a mirror to the rising sun,

Thus doubly seen to light a distant wood,
To give new life to each expanding bud;
And chase away the dewy foot-marks found,
Where prowling Reynard trod his nightly round;
To shun whose thefts 'twas Giles's evening care,
His feather'd victims to suspend in air,

High on the bough that nodded o'er his head,
And thus each morn to strew the field with dead.

His simple errand done, he homeward hies;
Another instantly its place supplies.

The clatt'ring Dairy-Maid immers'd in steam,
Singing and scrubbing midst her milk and cream,
Bawls out, "Go fetch the Cows!"....he hears no more ;
For pigs, and ducks, and turkies, throng the door,
And sitting hens, for constant war prepar'd;

A concert strange to that which late he heard.

v. 171.

Order of the Cows returning.

Straight to the meadow then he whistling goes;
With well-known halloo calls his lazy Cows:
Down the rich pasture heedlessly they graze,

Or hear the summon with an idle

gaze;

For well they know the cow-yard yields no more
Its tempting fragrance, nor its wintry store.
Reluctance marks their steps, sedate and slow;
The right of conquest all the law they know:
The strong press on, the weak by turns succeed,
And one superior always takes the lead ;
Is ever foremost, wheresoe'er they stray:
Allow'd precedence, undisputed sway*:
With jealous pride her station is maintain'd,
For many a broil that post of honour gain'd.
At home, the yard affords a grateful scene;
For Spring makes e'en a miry cow-yard clean.
Thence from its chalky bed behold convey'd
The rich manure that drenching Winter made,

* I have seen a similar remark in a description of Switzerland. L.

Which pil'd near home,

grows green with many a weed,

A promis'd nutriment for Autumn's seed.

Forth comes the Maid, and like the morning smiles; The Mistress too, and follow'd close by Giles,

A friendly tripod forms their humble seat,

With pails bright scour'd, and delicately sweet.
Where shadowing elms obstruct the morning ray,
Begins the work, begins the simple lay;

The full-charg'd udder yields its willing streams,
While Mary sings some lover's amorous dreams;
And crouching Giles beneath a neighbouring tree.
Tugs o'er his pail, and chants with equal glee;
Whose hat with tatter'd brim, of nap so bare,
From the cow's side purloins a coat of hair,

A mottled ensign of his harmless trade,
An unambitious, peaceable cockade.
As unambitious too that cheerful aid

The Mistress yields beside her

rosy

Maid;