M2 SONG. Y Days have been fo wond'rous free, With careless ease from Tree to Tree, Were but as blefs'd as I. Ask gliding Waters, if a Tear Of mine encreas'd their Stream? Or ask the flying gales, if e'er But now my former Days retire, The tender Chains of sweet Defire Are fix'd upon my Thought. Ye Nightingales, ye twisting Pines! Ye Swains that haunt the Grove! Ye gentle Echoes, breezy Winds! With all of Nature, all of Art, O teach a young, unpractis'd Heart, The very Thought of Change I hate, As much as of Despair ; Nor ever covet to be great, Unless it be for her. 'Tis true, the Paffion in my Mind Is mix'd with soft Distress; Yet while the Fair I love is kind, I cannot wish it Lefs. ANA ANACREONTIC K. HEN Spring came on with fresh De WHI light, To cheer the Soul, and charm the Sight, "Twas then, in yonder Piny Grove, That Nature went to meet with Love. : Green was her Rohe, and green her Wreath, Where-e'er she trod, 'twas green beneath; Where-e'er fhe turn'd, the Pulfes beat With new recruits of Genial Heat; To match for all the coming Year. Rais'd C 4 Rais'd on a Bank, where Daizys grew, And Vi'lets intermix'd a blue, She finds the Boy fhe went to find; When they met, the Dame and Boy, Dancing Graces, idle Joy, Wanton Smiles, and airy Play, Confpir'd to make the Scene be gay; Love pair'd the Birds through all the Grove, And pay their Tribute from the Wing, "Tis thus, when Spring renews the Blood, They meet in ev'ry trembling Wood, And thrice they make the Plumes agree, And ev'ry Dart they mount with three, And ev'ry Dart can boast a Kind, Which fuits each proper turn of Mind. From the tow'ring Eagle's Plume For careful Dames and frugal Men, Toge |