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Our voices let's raise
In Phœbus's praise,
Inspir'd by fo glorious a theme,
Our mufical words
Shall be join'd by the birds,
And we'll dance to the tune of the stream.
The MOWERS at Dinner.
Jam paftor umbras cum grege languido,
Rivumque feffus quærit, & horridi
Dumeta Silvani, caretque
Ripa vagis taciturna ventis.
HE Sun is now too radiant to behold,
And vehement he sheds his liquid Rays of Gold;
No cloud appears thro' all the wide expanse;
And short, but yet diftinct and clear,
To the wanton whistling air
The mimic fhadows dance.
Fat Mirth, and Gallantry the gay,
Mad with May, and wild of wing,
By the rivulet on the rushes,
Their fcythes upon the adverse bank
And court'fy to the courting breeze.
Ah! Harriot! fovereign mistress of my heart,
New grace to each fair object thou'dft impart,
And heighten ev'ry fcene to perfect joy.
On a bank of fragrant thyme,
Or where coy Daphne's thickest shade
Or fatiate with nature's random scenes,
Where taste and elegance command
From the fun, and from the fhow'r,
Hafte we to yon boxen bow'r,
Secluded from the teizing pry
Of Argus' curiosity:
There, while Phoebus' golden mean,
The gay meridian is feen,
Ere decays the lamp of light,
And length'ning shades ftretch out to night---
Seize, feize the hint---each hour improve
Lend, lend thine hand---O let me view
O DE III.
Dicetur meritâ nox quoque nœniâ.
WAS when bright Cynthia with her filver car,
Soft ftealing from Endymion's bed,
Had call'd forth ev'ry glitt'ring ftar,
And up th' afcent of heav'n her brilliant host had led.
Night, with all her negro train,
Took poffeffion of the plain;