To
the
Reverend
Doctor
S—
.
An
Invitation
to
a
Morning-Walk
in
the
Spring
.
The
piercing
Cold
,
the
stormy
Winds
,
And
drooping
Rains
of
Winter
gone
;
The
genial
Sun
new
warms
the
Earth
,
And
brings
the
fertile
Season
on
.
The
Morning
Breezes
softly
blow
,
Aurora
gilds
the
Meadows
fair
;
Gentle
and
smooth
the
Rivers
flow
,
And
balmy
Sweets
perfume
the
Air
.
The
tow'ring
Lark
expands
her
Wing
,
The
Birds
in
Concert
all
combine
;
And
,
as
they
glide
through
Air
,
and
sing
,
They
call
your
sweeter
Voice
to
join
.
Come
,
bring
the
Muses
in
your
Train
,
Let
grave
Philosophy
attend
;
And
true
Religion
,
kind
and
plain
:
They'll
all
accompany
my
Friend
.
All
Nature
smiling
,
seems
to
say
:
"
Come
,
taste
the
Pleasures
of
the
Spring
;
"
Come
,
come
,
Amyntor
,
come
away
;
"
Remember
Time
is
on
the
Wing
.
"