(By the AUTHOR of The Cave of MORAR)

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HEN balmy Zephyr's gentle Breeze Proclaim'd the welcome Spring)) (90 9 When blooming Verdure cloath'd the Trees, T And Birds began to fing, A Tages d

Charm'd with the Scene, in mute Surprise
The young PASTORA ftray'd, mel

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Till tender Looks and broken Sighs
The feeling Breaft difplay'd.

• Hail, hail,' fhe cry'd, 'ye blissful Pow'rs,
Of SYMPATHETIC Joy,

'Tis your's to fill the fleeting Hours • With Sweets that ne'er can cloy.

In this Retreat with you I'll dwell, • Remote from mortal Care,

• Content fhall guard the humble Cell, And Health the Feaft prepare.

• Oft as the happy rural Throng, With frolic Freedom gay,

• To Mirth devote the artless Song, I'll join the sprightly Lay.

• When

When pale Distress, with fault'ring Voice,
Demands the friendly Tear,
In blifsful Pity's native Guife,
"Her drooping Heart I'll chear.

Nor fhall my Breaft defy the Flame
That speaks the Power of Love,
For oft with DAMON's favourite Name
'I'll charm the liftening Grove.'

She ceas'd the Strain-Swift from the Shade
The happy DAMON flew,

With eager Arms he prefs'd the Maid
So gentle, kind, and true.

To quell the Rage of Love's Alarms,
He flily fnatch'd a Kifs-

She blush'd, and own'd the felt the Charms
Of SYMPATHETIC BLISS.

(By the AUTHOR of The Cave of MORAR.)

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Weeteft Warbler of the Wood,
Raife thy foft bewitching Strain,
And in Pleafure's fprightly Mood,
Free from Sorrow, free from Pain,
Thro' thy airy Manfions ftray,
Full of Sport and full of Play.

When the Sun's returning Beam
Darts propitious from the Eaft,
Dimpling every limpid Stream,
Gilding Nature's flowery Veft,
Thro' the calm protecting Grove,
Chaunt the welcome Songs of Love.

When the Evening's Clouds prevail,
And the chearing Sun retires,
When the Shadows mark the Dale,
And the Beam forfakes the Spires,
Highly mounting from our View,
Give him ftill the laft Adieu.

As

As you skim the verdant Lawn,
Let the youthful Virgin Band,
Early as the Morning's Dawn,
Tripping light with Afpects bland,
Guided by thy artlefs Note,
Thro' the graceful Meafure float.

Thus on Freedom's eafy Wing,
Let the Mufe, with raptur'd Song,
Hail the first Approach of Spring,
And the grateful Strain prolong,
Till furly Winter's harth Decree
Reftrain her Verfe, and banish thee,

SIMPLICITY.

A PASTORA L."

(By the AUTHOR of The Cave of MORAR.)

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ES here in the Sylvan Retreat, Where INNOCENCE carelessly ftrays, SIMPLICITY fixes her Seat,

And numberless Beauties displays.

How sweet are the Nymphs in her Train,
While Modefty leads them along;
How pleafing the Notes of the Swain,
Who warbles her elegant Song.

The Arbours that wave in the Gale,
The Warblers that fing on the Boughs,
The Flow'rets that bloom on the Dale,
The Stream that enchantingly flows,

The Grotto's impervious Glooms,

Where thick-throbbing Terror alarms; The Rock where the Jeffamine Blooms, Acquire from her Bounty their Charms.

Her Manner is foft and refin'd,

She's free from affected Difguife; She's gentle, fhe's friendly, fhe's kind, And Sympathy beams in her yes:

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