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 Those looks demure, that deeply pierce the soul. Where, with the light of thoughtful reason mix'd, Shines lively fancy and the feeling heart: Oh come! and while the rosy-footed May Steals blushing on, together let ns tread The morning-dews, and gather in their prime Fresh-blooming flowers, to grace thy braided hair, And thy lov'd bosom, that improves their sweets.

, where the winding vale its lavish stores, Irriguous, spreads. See, how the lilly drinks The latent rill, scarce oozing thro' the grass, Of growth luxuriant; or the humid bank, In fair profusion, decks. Long let us walk, Where the breeze blows from yon extended field Of blossom'd beans. Arabia cannot boast A fuller gale of joy, than liberal, thence Breathes thro' the sense, and takes the ravish'd soul. Nor is the mead unworthy of thy foot, Full of fresh verdure, and unnumber'd flowers, The negligence of Nature, wide, and wild: Where, undisguis'd by mimic Art, she spreads Unbounded beauty to the roving eye. Here their delicious task the fervent bees, In swarming millions, tend. Around, athwart, Thro' the soft air, the busy nations fly, Cling to the bud, and, with inserted tube. Suck its pure essence, it's etherial soul: And oft, with bolder wing, they soaring dare The purple heath, or where the wild thyme grows, And yellow load them with the luscious spoil.

length the finish'd garden to the view It's vistas opens, and its alleys green. Snatch'd thro' the verdant maze, the hurried eye Distracted