1 NOW early Shepherds o'er the Meadow pass,
2 And print long Foot-steps in the glittering Grass;
3 The Cows neglectful of their Pasture stand,
4 By turns obsequious to the Milker's Hand.
5 When Damon softly trod the shaven Lawn,
6 Damon a Youth from City Cares withdrawn;
7 Long was the pleasing Walk he wander'd thro',
8 A cover'd Arbour clos'd the distant view;
9 There rests the Youth, and while the feather'd Throng
10 Raise their wild Musick, thus contrives a Song.
11 Here wafted o'er by mild Etesian Air,
12 Thou Country Goddess, beauteous Health! repair;
13 Here let my Breast thro' quiv'ring Trees inhale
14 Thy rosy Blessings with the Morning Gale.
15 What are the Fields, or Flow'rs, or all I see?
16 Ah! tastless all, if not enjoy'd with thee.
17 Joy to my Soul! I feel the Goddess nigh,
18 The Face of Nature cheers as well as I;
19 O'er the flat Green refreshing Breezes run,
20 The smiling Dazies blow beneath the Sun,
21 The Brooks run purling down with silver Waves,
22 The planted Lanes rejoice with dancing Leaves,
23 The chirping Birds from all the Compass rove
24 To tempt the tuneful Echoes of the Grove:
25 High sunny Summits, deeply shaded Dales,
26 Thick Mossy Banks, and flow'ry winding Vales,[Page 118]
27 With various Prospect gratify the Sight,
28 And scatter fix'd Attention in Delight.
29 Come, Country Goddess, come, nor thou suffice,
30 But bring thy Mountain-Sister, Exercise.
31 Call'd by thy lively Voice, she turns her Pace,
32 Her winding Horn proclaims the finish'd Chace;
33 She mounts the Rocks, she skims the level Plain,
34 Dogs, Hawks, and Horses, crow'd her early Train;
35 Her hardy Face repels the tanning Wind,
36 And Lines and Meshes loosely float behind.
37 All these as Means of Toil the Feeble see,
38 But these are helps to Pleasure join'd with thee.
39 Let Sloth lye softning'till high Noon in Down,
40 Or lolling fan her in the sult'ry Town,
41 Unnerv'd with Rest; and turn her own Disease,
42 Or foster others in luxurious Ease:[Page 119]
43 I mount the Courser, call the deep mouth'd Hounds,
44 The Fox unkennell'd flies to covert Grounds;
45 I lead where Stags thro' tangled Thickets tread,
46 And shake the Saplings with their branching Head;
47 I make the Faulcons wing their airy Way,
48 And soar to seize, or stooping strike their Prey;
49 To snare the Fish I fix the luring Bait;
50 To wound the Fowl I load the Gun with Fate.
51 'Tis thus thro' change of Exercise I range,
52 And Strength and Pleasure rise from ev'ry Change.
53 Here beauteous Health for all the Year remain,
54 When the next comes, I'll charm thee thus again.
55 Oh come, thou Goddess of my rural Song,
56 And bring thy Daughter, calm Content, along,
57 Dame of the ruddy Cheek and laughing Eye,
58 From whose bright Presence Clouds of Sorrow fly:[Page 120]
59 For her I mow my Walks, I platt my Bow'rs,
60 Clip my low Hedges, and support my Flow'rs;
61 To welcome her, this Summer Seat I drest,
62 And here I court her when she comes to Rest;
63 When she from Exercise to learned Ease
64 Shall change again, and teach the Change to please.
65 Now Friends conversing my soft Hours refine,
66 And Tully's Tusculum revives in mine:
67 Now to grave Books I bid the Mind retreat,
68 And such as make me rather Good than Great.
69 Or o'er the Works of easy Fancy rove,
70 Where Flutes and Innocence amuse the Grove:
71 The native Bard that on Sicilian Plains
72 First sung the lowly Manners of the Swains;
73 Or Maro's Muse, that in the fairest Light
74 Paints rural Prospects and the Charms of Sight;[Page 121]
75 These soft Amusements bring Content along,
76 And Fancy, void of Sorrow, turns to Song.
77 Here beauteous Health for all the Year remain,
78 When the next comes, I'll charm thee thus again.