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O’er golden sands let rich Pactolus flow,
All nature mourns, the skies relent in showers, Hush'd are the birds, and clos’d the drooping flowers ; If Delia smile, the flowers begin to spring,
71 The skies to brighten, and the birds to fing.
Ver. 61. It stood thus at first :
Let rich Iberia golden fleeces boaft,
Blest Thames's shores, &c.
Go, flowery wreath, and let my Sylvia know,
Go, tuneful bird, that pleas'd the woods so long,
Sylvia's like autumn ripe, yet mild as May, More bright than noon, yet fresh as early day; E’en spring displeases, when she shines not here; But, bless'd with her, 'tis spring throughout the year.
STREPHON. Say, Daphnis, say, in what glad foil appears, 85 A wondrous Tree that facred Monarchs bears : Tell me but this, and I'll disclaim the prize, And give the conquest to thy Sylvia's eyes.
Nay, tell me first, in what more happy fields The Thistle springs, to which the Lily yields :
Ver. 69. &c. These verses were thus at first:
All nature mourns, the birds their songs deny,
1:16:46 3 rubler prize I will refign; na, charming Syivia, shall be thine.
Ceale to contend ; for, Dainis, I decree, The bowl to Strephen, and the lamb to thee. Bieit Swaias, whose Nymphs in every grace excell; 95 I left Nymphs, whos Swains thcie graces sing so well Now rise, and haste to yonder woodbine bowers, A soft retreat from sudden vernal showers; The turf with rural dainties shall be crown'd, While opening blooms diffuse their sweets around. 100 For fee! the gathering flocks to shelter tend, And from the Pleiads fruitful showers descend.
Ver. 99. was originally,
The turf with country dainties shall be spread,
A Shepherd's Boy (he Seeks no better name)
Led forth his flocks along the silver Tham, Where dancing fun-beams on the waters play'd, And verdant alders form’d a quivering ihade. Soft as he mourn'd, the streams forgot to flow, 5 The flocks around a dumb compassion fhow, The Naiads wept in every watery bower, And Jove confented in a silent shower. Accept, O Garth, the Muse's early lays, That adds this wreath of ivy to thy bays;
Ver. 1, 2, 3, 4. were thus printed in the first edition
A faithful swain, whom Love had taught to ling
Thro' verdant forests, and thro’ flowery meads.
There to the winds he plain’d his hapless love,
Hear what from Love unpractis'd hearts endure,
Ye shady beeches, and ye cooling streams,
Where stray ye, Muses, in what lawn or grove,
every plant that drinks the morning dew; Al wretched shepherd, what avails thy art, Tocure thy lambs, but not to heal thy heart !
Of in the crystal spring I cast a view,