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HÉ fun had chas'd the mountain snow,
And kindly loos'd the frozen soil,
And plowmen urg'd their annual toil.
Whom nature wakes to mirth and love,
And thus it echo'd thro' che grove.
For whom I fing, for whom I burn,
And grant my love a kind return.
Let us thé vernal pastime share.
To please his croaking paramour ;
And tell their paflion as they foar,
Bat trast me, love, the raven's wing
Is not to be compar'd with mine ; Nor can the lark fo sweetly fing
As I, who strength with sweetness join,
O! let me all thy steps attend !
I'll point new treasures to thy fight; Whether the grove thy wish befriend,
Or hedge-rows green, or meadows bright,
J'll shew my love the clearest rill
Whose streams among the pebbles ftray, These will we fip, and fip our fill,
Or on the flow'ry margin play,
I'll lead her to the thickest brake,
Impervious to the school-boy's eye; For her the plaister'd nest I'll make,
And on her downy pinions lie.
When prompted by a mother's care,
Her warmth shall form th' imprison'd young; The pleasing task I'll gladly share,
Or cheer her labours with my fang.
To bring her food I'll range the fields,
And cult the best of ev'ry kind; Whatever nature's bounty yields,
And love's afliduous care can find,
And when my lovely mate would fray
To taste the summer sweets at large, I'll wait at home the live-long day,
And tend with care our little charge...
with me the sweets of love, With me divide the cares of life; No bulh shall boast in all the grove
So fond a mate, so bleft a wife.
He ceas'd his song. The melting dame
With soft indulgence heard the strain SH folt, the own'd a mutual flame,
And hásted to relieve his pain.
He led her to the nuptial bow'r,
And nestled clofely to her side; The fondest bridegroom of that hour,
And the, the most delighted bride.
Next morn he wak'd her with a song,
“ Behold, he faid, the new-born day! 6 The lark his matin peal has rung,
“ Arise, my love, and come away."
Together thro' the fields they ftray'd,
And to the murm'ring riv'let's side 3 Renew'd their vows, and hopp'd and play'd, With honeft joy, and decent pride.
When oh! with grief the Musé relates
The mournful sequel of my tale ; lent by an order from the fates A gunner met them in the vale.
Alarm 'd the lover cried, My dear,
Halte, hafte away, from danger fly i Here, gunner, point thy thunder here ;
O spare my love, and let me die.
At him the gunner took his aim ;
His aiin alas was all too true :
Or shot- as he was wont to do!
Divided pair! forgive the wrong,
While I with tears your fate rehearse ;
The R A KE.
-Video meliora proboque,
N open heart, a generous mind,
In theory, a judge of right;