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Now early shepherds o'er the meadow pass, And print long footsteps in the glittering grass; The cows neglectful of their pasture stand, 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When Damon softly trod the shaven lawn, Damon, a youth from city cares withdrawn; Long was the pleasing walk he wander'd through, A cover'd arbour clos'd the distant view; There rests the youth, and, while the feather'd throng Raise their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 through quivering trees inhale Thy rosy blessings with the morning gale. What are the fields, or flowers, or all I see? Ah! tasteless all, if not enjoy 'd with thee.

Joy to my soul! I feel the Goddess nigh, The face of nature cheers as well as I; O'er the flat green refreshing breezes run, The smiling daisies blow beneath the sun, The brooks run purling down with silver waves,