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HEALTH, an ECLOGUE.

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O W early shepherds o’er the meadow pass,

And print long footsteps in the glitt'ring
The cows neglectful of their pasture stand, [grass ;
By turns obsequious to the milker's hand.

When Damon softly trod the shaven lawn,
Damon a youth from city cares withdrawn;
Long was the pleasing walk he wander'd thro',
A cover'd arbour clos'd the distant view ;.
There rests the youth, and while the feather'd throng
Raise their wild music, thus contrives a song.

Here wafted o'er by mild Etesian air,
Thou country Goddess, beauteous Health ! repair ;
Here let my breast thro' quiv'ring trees inhale
Thy rosy blessings with the morning gale.
What are the fields, or flow'rs, or all I see?
Ah ! tasteless 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

O'er the flat green refreshing breezes run,
The smiling dazies blow beneath the sun,
The brooks run purling down with silver waves,
The planted lanes rejoice with dancing leaves,
The chirping birds from all the compass rove
To tempt the tuneful echoes of the grove :
High sunny sumınits, deeply shaded dales,
Thick mosfy banks, and flow'ry winding vales,
With various prospect gratify the fight,
And scatter fix'd attention in delight.

Come, country Goddess, come, nor thou fuffice,
But bring thy mountain-fifter, Exercise.
Callid by thy lovely voice, she turns her pace,
Her winding horn proclaims the finish'd chace ;
She mounts the rocks, le skims the level plain,
Dogs, hawks and horses, 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 see,
But these are helps to pleasure join'd with thee.

Let Sloth lie softning 'till high noon in down, Or lolling fan her in the fult'ry town, Unnerv'd with rest; and turn her own disease,

Or foster others in luxurious ease :

I mount the courser, call the deep-mouth'd hounds,
The fox unkennelld flies to covert grounds;
I lead where stags thro' tangled thickets tread,
And shake the saplings with their branching head;
I make the faulcons wing their airy way,
And foar to seize, or stooping strike their prey ;
To fnare the fish I' fix the luring bait;
To wound the fowl I load the gun with fate.
'Tis thus thro' change of exercise I range,
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 song, And bring thy daughter, calm Content, along, Dame of the ruddy cheek and laughing eye, From whose bright presence clouds of sorrow fly:

For

For her I mow my walks, I plat my bow'rs,
Clip my low hedges, and support my flow'rs ;
To welcome her, this summer seat 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 conversing my soft hours refine,
And Tully's Tusculum revives in mine :
Now. to grave books I bid the mind retreat,
And such as make me rather good than great.
Or o'er the works of easy fancy rove,
Where flutes and innocence amuse the

grove :-
The native Bard that on Sicilian plains
First sung the lowly manners of the swains ;
Or Maro's muse that in the fairest light
Paints rural prospects and the charms of sight;
These soft amusements bring Content along,
And fancy, void of forrow, turns to song.

Here beauteous Health for all the year remain,
When the next comes, I'll charm thee thus again.

The FLIES. An ECLOGUE.

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HEN in the river cows for coolness stand,

And sheep for breezes seek the lofty land, A youth, whom Æsop taught that ev'ry tree, Each bird and insect spoke as well as he; Walk'd calmly musing in a shady way, Where flow’ring hawthorn broke the sunny ray, And thus instructs his moral pen to draw A scene that obvious in the field he saw.

Near a low ditch, where shallow waters meet, Which never learnt to glide with liquid feet, Whofe Naiads never prattle as they play, But screen'd with hedges.Number out the day, There stands a flender fern's aspiring shade, Whose answ'ring branches regularly laid, Put forth their answ'ring boughs, and proudly rise Three stories upward, in the neither skies.

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