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*. Behold the merry minstrels of the Morn, • The swarming fongsters of the careless grove, “ Ten thousand throats, that, from the flowering thorn, “ Hymn their good God, and carol sweet of love, “ Such grateful kindly raptures them emove : “ They neither plough nor sow ; ne, fit for flail, 6. E'er to the barn the nodded sheaves they drove, " Yet theirs each harvest dancing in the gale, «. Whatever crowns the hill, or smiles along the vale..
« Outcast of Nature, Man! the wretched thrall
Of bitter dropping sweat, of sweltry pain, 6. Of cares that eat away thy heart with gall, 56 And of the vices an inhuman train, " That all proceed from savage thirst of gain ; 66. For when hard-hearted Interest first began “ To poison earth, Aftræa left the plain ; " Guile, Violence, and Murder, seiz'd on man,
And, for soft milky streams, with blood the rivers ran..
66. Come, ye ! who still the cumb'rous load of life
Push hard up hill, but as the farthest steep 16. You trust to gain, and put an end to strife, 66 Down thunders back the stone with mighty sweeps. 66 And hurls your labours to the valley deep,
Gel For ever vain; come, and, withouten fee,
in a sea « Of full delight : O come, ye weary Wights ! to me,
46 With me you need not rise at early dawn, 66 To pass the joyless day in various stounds ; 5. Or, louting low, on upstart fortune fawn, 65 And fell fair honour for some paltry pounds: " Or thro' the city take your dirty rounds, 66 To cheat, and dun, and lye, and visit pay, “ Now flattering base, now giving secret wounds.; 66. Or prowl in courts of law for human prey, 65 In venal senate thieve, or rob on broad highway.
66 No cocks, with me, to rustic labour call, 6: From village on to village founding clear ; “ To iardy swain no shrill-voic'd matrons fquall; - No.dogs, no babes, no wives, to stun your ear ; 66 No. hammers thump ; no horrid blacksmith fear, 66 Ne noisy tradesman your sweet slumbers start 66 With founds that are a misery to hear ; « But all is calm, as would delight the heart4. Of Sybariie of old, all Naturc, and all Art,
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" Here nought but Candour reigns, indulgent Ease, si Good-natur'd Lounging, fauntering up and down ; " They who are pleas'd themselves must always please ; 66 On others' ways they never squint a frown, 66 Nor heed what haps in hamlet or in town : 66 Thus, from the source of tender Indolence, 66 With milky blood the heart is overflown, “ Is footh'd and sweeten'd by the social sense ; « Fair intereft, envy, pride, and strife, are banish'd hence
" What, what is virtue, but repose of mind, “ A pure ethereal calm, that knows no storm, “ Above the reach of wild Ambition's wind, « Above those passions that this world deform. 66 And torture man, a proud malignant worm, 6 But here, instead, soft gales of paflion play, " And gently stir the heart, thereby to form " A quicker sense of joy : as breezes ftray. 4 Across th' enliven’d skies, and make them ftill more
46 The best of men have lov'd repose : “ They hate to mingle in the filthy fray, 6 Where the soul fours, and graduat rancour grows, " Imbitter'd more from peevish day to day. 66. Ey’n those whom Faine has lent her faires ray.
The most renown'd of worthy wights of yore,
From a base world at last have stol'n away : “ So Scipio, to the soft Cumæen shore 66 Retiring, tafted joy he never knew before..
6 But if a little exercife
hear " Now the hoarse stream, and now the zephyr's fighg. 66 Attuned to the birds and woodland melody.
" O grievous folly ! to heap up estate, • Losing the days you see beneath the sun ; " When, sudden, comes blind unrelenting Fate, “ And gives th’untalled portion you 6 With ruthless toil, and many, a wretch undone,.. * To those who mock you gone to Pluto's reign, 66 There with sad ghosts to pine and shadows dim : 66. But sure it is of vanities molt vain, 66. To tell for what you here untoiling may
He ceas'd : but fill their trembling ears retain'd
By the smooth demon so it order'd was,
When this the watchful wicked wizard saw,