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With untir'd feeť: and cull thy earliest sweets
Of him the favour'd youth
Unlock thy copious stores ; those tender showers
And silent dews that swell
And feed the flowering osier's early shoots ;
With warm and pleasant breath
Now let me sit beneath the whitening thorn,
And watch with patient eye
O Nymph approach! while yet the temperate sun
Throws his young maiden beams,
The earth's fair bosom ; while the streaming veil
Protects thy modest blooms
Sweet is thy reign, but short ; the red dog-star
Thy greens, thy flowårets all,
Reluctant shall I bid thee then farewel;
Nor Summer's ruddiest fruits,
Fair Spring! whose simplest promise more delights
Each joy and new born hope
DOMESTIC LOVE AND HAPPINESS.
O HAPPY they! the happiest of their kind!
While those whom love cements in holy faith, And equal transport, free as nature live, Disdaining fear.
What is the world to them, Its pomp, its pleasure, and its nonsense all ? Who in each other clasp whatever fair : High fancy forms, and lavish hearts can wish : Something that beauty dearer, should they look Or on the mind, or mind-illumin'd face ; Truth, goodness, honour, harmony and love, The richest bounty of indulgent Heaven. Mean-time å smiling offspring rises round, And mingles both their graces. By degrees, The human blossom blows ; and every day, Soft as it rolls along, shows some new charm, The father's lustre, and the mother's bloom. Then infant reason grows apace, and call For the kind hand of an assiduous care. Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot, To pour
the fresh instruction o'er the mind, To breathe th’ enlivening spirit, and to fix The generous purpose in the glowing breast. Ah speak the joy ! ye whom the sudden tear Surprises often, while you look around, And nothing strikes your eye but sights of bliss ; All various Nature pressing on the heart : An elegant sufficiency, content, Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books, Ease and alternate labour, useful life, Progressive virtue, and approving Heaven. These are the matchless joys of virtuous love : And thus their moments fly. The Seasons thus, As ceaseless round a jarring world they roll, Still find them happy; and consenting Spring Sheds her own rosy garland on their heads : "Till evening comes at last, serene and mild ; When, after the long verpal day of life,
Enamour'd more, as more resemblance swells,
THE PLEASURES OF RETIREMENT.
O KNEW he but this happiness, of men The happiest he! who far from public rage, Deep in the vale, with a choice few retir'd, Drinks the pure pleasures of the rural life. What tho the dome he wanting, whose proud gate, Each morning, vomits out the sneaking croud Of flatterers false, and in their turn abus'd! Vile intercourse! What tho' the glittering robe, Of every hue reflected light can give, Or floated loose, or stiff with mazy gold, The pride and gaze of fools, oppress him not? What tho', from utmost land and sea survey'd, For him each rarer tributary life Bleeds not, and his insatiate table heaps With luxury and death? What tho' his bowl Flames not with costly juice ; nor sunk in beds Oft of gay care, he tosses out the night, Or melts the thoughtless hours in idle state ? What tho’ he knows not those fantastic joys, That still amuse the wanton, still deceive; A face of pleasure, but a heart of pain ; Their hollow moments undelighted all ? Sure peace is his; a solid life estrangd
To disappointment and fallacious hope :
The rage of nations, and the crush of states,