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Rh Here oft the Knight had past the Sommers morne What time the wondering Boy to manhood rose, When Fancy first her lawnskepes gan adorne, And Reasons folded buddes their flowres disclose, What time young Transport through the spirits flows, When Nature smyles with charmes unseen before, When with unwonted hopes the bosome glows, While wingd with whirlwind speed the thoughts explore The endlesse wylde of joys that Youth beholds in store.

The Dryads of the place, that nurst the flowres, And hung the dew-drop in the hycinths bell, For him employd their virtue breathing powres, And Cambrias Genius bade his worth excell. His youthful breast confest the wondrous spell; His generous temper warmd with fayre design, The friend and patriot now his bosome swell, The lover and the father now combine, And smyling visions form, where bliss and honour join.