HEALTH, an ECLOGUE. OW early fhepherds o'er the meadow pass, NO And print long footsteps in the glitt'ring The cows neglectful of their pasture stand, [grass; By turns obfequious to the milker's hand. When Damon foftly trod the fhaven lawn, Damon a youth from city cares withdrawn ; Long was the pleafing walk he wander'd thro', A cover'd arbour clos'd the distant view ; There refts the youth, and while the feather'd throng Raife their wild mufic, thus contrives a fong. Here wafted o'er by mild Etefian air, Thou country Goddefs, beauteous Health ! repair; Joy to my foul! I feel the Goddess nigh, O'er O'er the flat green refreshing breezes rún, The fmiling dazies blow beneath the fun, The brooks run purling down with filver waves, And scatter fix'd attention in delight. Come, country Goddess, come, nor thou fuffice, But bring thy mountain-fifter, Exercise. Call'd by thy lovely 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, croud 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 Sloth lie foftning 'till high noon in down, Or fofter others in luxurious ease: I mount the courfer, call the deep-mouth'd hounds, The fox unkennell'd flies to covert grounds; I lead where ftags thro' tangled thickets tread, And foar to seize, or stooping strike their prey; To wound the fowl I load the gun with fate. And strength and pleasure rise 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 For her I mow my walks, I plat my bow'rs, And here I court her when she comes to reft; When fhe from exercise to learned ease Shall change again, and teach the change to please. Where Autes and innocence amuse the grove :. Paints rural prospects and the charms of fight; Here beauteous Health for all the year remain, The FLIES. An ECLOGUE. W HEN in the river cows for coolness ftand, And sheep for breezes feek the lofty land, Where flow'ring hawthorn broke the funny ray, A scene that obvious in the field he faw. Near a low ditch, where fhallow waters meet, Which never learnt to glide with liquid feet, Whofe Naiads never prattle as they play, But fcreen'd with hedges.flumber out the day, There ftands a flender fern's afpiring fhade, Whose anfw'ring branches regularly laid, Put forth their anfw'ring boughs, and proudly rife Three ftories upward, in the neither skies. For |