Repairs her fmiles, awakens ev'ry grace,
And calls forth all the wonders of her face;
Sees by degrees a purer blush arise,
And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes.
The bufy Sylphs furround their darling care;
These set the head, and thofe divide the hair,
Some fold the fleeve, while others plait the gown,
And Betty's prais'd for labours not her own.
Jam reparat rifus, jam furgit gratia vifus,
Jam promit cultu, mirac'la latentia vultu.
Pigmina jam mifcet, quo plus fua Purpura glifcet,
Et geminans bellis fplendet magè fulgor ocellis.
Stant Lemures muti, Nymphae intentique faluti,
Hic figit Zonam, capiti locat ille coronam,
Haec manicis formam, plicis dat et altera normam
Et tibi vel Betty, tibi vel nitidiffima Letty!
Gloria factorum temerè conceditur horum.
OW early fhepherds o'er the meadow pass,
And print long foot-steps in the glitt'ring grafs;
The cows neglectful of their pasture stand,
By turns obfequious to the milker's hand.
When Damon foftly trod the shaven lawn,
Damon, a youth from city cares withdrawn ;
Long was the pleasant walk he wander'd thro',
A cover'd arbour clos'd the distant view;
There refts the youth, and while the feather'd throng Raise their wild mufic, thus contrives a fong.
Here wafted o'er by mild Etesian air,
Thou country Goddess, beauteous Health! repair;
Here let
my breaft thro' quiv'ring trees inhale
Thy rofy bleffings with the morning gale.
What are the fields, or flow'rs, or all I fee?
Ah! taftelefs all, if not enjoy'd with thee.
Joy to my foul! I feel the Goddess nigh,
The face of nature cheers as well as I;
O'er the flat green refreshing breezes run,
The fmiling lazies blow beneath the fun,
The brooks run purling down with filver waves,
The planted lanes rejoice with dancing leaves,
'Tis thus thro' change of exercise I range,
And strength and pleasure rife from ev'ry change.
Here beauteous Health for all the
year remain,
When the next comes, I'll charm thee thus again.
Oh come, thou Goddess of my rural fong,
And bring thy daughter, calm Content along,
Dame of the ruddy cheek and laughing eye,
From whose bright prefence clouds of forrow fly:
For her I mow my walks, I plait my bow'rs,
Clip my low hedges, and fupport my flow'rs;
To welcome her, this fummer feat I drest,
And here I court her when she comes to rest;
When she from exercise to learned ease
Shall change again, and teach the change to please.
Now friends converfing my foft hours refine,
And Tully's Tufculum revives in mine:
Now to grave books I bid the mind retreat,
And fuch as make me rather good than great.
Or o'er the works of eafy fancy rove,
Where flutes and innocence amuse the grove;
The native bard that on Sicilian plains
First fung the lowly manners of the swains;
Or Maro's mufe that in the fairest light
Paints rural prospects and the charms of fight:
These soft amusements bring content along,
And fancy, void of forrow, turns to fong.
Here beauteous health for all the year remain,
When the next comes, I'll charm thee thus again.-
The chirping birds from all the compass rove
To tempt the tuneful echoes of the grove:
High funny fummits, deeply fhaded dales,
Thick moffy banks, and flow'ry winding vales,
With various profpect gratify the fight,
And scatter fix'd attention in delight.
Come, country Goddefs, come; nor thou fuffice,
But bring thy mountain-fifter, Exercise.
Call'd by thy lively voice, fhe turns her pace,
Her winding horn proclaims the finish'd chace;
She mounts the rocks, she skims the level plain,
Dogs, hawks, and horfes, crowd her early train;
Her hardy face repels the tanning wind,
And lines and meshes loosely float behind.
All these as means of toil the feeble fee,
But these are helps to pleasure join'd with thee.
Let floth lye foftning 'till high noon in down,
Or lolling fan her in the fult'ry town,
Unnerv'd with reft; and turn her own disease,
Or fofter others in luxurious eafe:
I mount the courfer, call the deep-mouth'd hounds,
The fox unkenell'd flies to covert grounds;
I lead where ftags thro' tangled thickets tread,
And shake the faplings with their branching head;
I make the faulcons wing their airy way,
And foar to feize, or stooping strike their prey;
To fnare the fish I fix the luring bait;
To wound the fowl I load the gun with fate.
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