THE INVITATION. James Barclay Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T116245 1136 K093079.003 Pearch, G. A collection of poems in four volumes. By several hands. Vol. III. [The second edition]. London printed for G. Pearch 1770 pp. 175-177. 4v. ; 8⁰.

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THE INVITATION . BY THE SAME . AWAKE , my fair , the morning springs , The dew-drops glance around , The heifer lows , the blackbird sings , The echoing vales resound . The simple sweets would STELLA taste , That breathing morning yields , The fragrance of the flow'ry waste , And freshness of the fields . By uplands , and the greenwood-side , We'll take our early way , And view the valley spreading wide , And opening with the day . Nor uninstructive shall the scene Unfold its charms in vain , The fallow brown , the meadow green , The mountain and the plain . Each dew-drop glist'ning on the thorn , And trembling to its fall , Each blush that paints the cheek of morn , In Fancy's ear shall call , " O ye in Youth and Beauty's pride , " Who lightly dance along ; " While Laughter frolicks at your side , " And Rapture tunes your song ; " What though each grace around you play , " Each beauty bloom for you , " Warm as the blush of rising day , " And sparkling as the dew : " The blush that glows so gaily now , " But glows to disappear ; " And quiv'ring from the bending bough , " Soon breaks the pearly tear ! " So pass the beauties of your prime , " That e'en in blooming die ; " So , shrinking at the blast of Time , " The treach'rous graces fly . " Let those , my STELLA , slight the strain , Who fear to find it true ! Each fair of transient beauty vain , And youth as transient too ! With charms that win beyond the sight , And hold the willing heart , My STELLA shall await their flight , Nor sigh when they depart . Still graces shall remain behind , And beauties still controul , The graces of the polish'd mind , And beauties of the soul .