Scarce from the world is calmly drawn away, Than, shame to tell! the darling of his care, Shrinks from the tree round which it long had twin'd, SCARCE had the blushing harbinger of day, The larks as yet lay silent in the field, And scarce a charm of nature was reveal'd, When, wak'd by love, two youthful shepherds drove Their fleecy care, and wander'd to the grove. Say thou, in whom each science of the mind *It is not uncommon, especially among upstart Noblemen, to hear a father, or a mother, made the object of a jest. In bolder numbers she'll rehearse thy praise, Wide o'er the fields the sun had cast his heat, When thus, as love had taught them to repeat, The tuneful swains alternate numbers prov'd, And sung the praises of the maids they lov'd. DAMON. Strephon! behold the shadows melt away, STREPHON. If thou a Sylvia like my Delia find, At once so lovely, and at once so kind, Aside this river let her charms be sung; The nymphs will listen to the lover's tongue. DAMON. If thou a Delia like my Sylvia sing, EGON. No sweeter music could enchant the plains: Begin; this bowl may animate your strains. DAMON. Nor unrewarded shall my Strephon play, I stake this lamb, the fairest of my breed, EGON. Sing then, my swains! and as your fancies glow, STREPHON. Descend, soft maids and virgins of the grove, Of gentle Delia with unrivall'd fame! DAMON. O Love! propitious to my song attend! The The tend'rest dictate of my bosom fire, And touch my reed with what her eyes inspire: STREPHON. Me Delia loves, and, hast'ning o'er the plain, Flies to the groves, and echoes to my strain: Surpris'd, and list'ning to the sound, I rise, Trace ev'ry step, and sighing meet her sighs. DAMON. Me Sylvia follows when I tune the lay, And on the borders of Avona play. What heav'nly raptures must that shepherd share, Whose strains are answer'd, and whose nymph's so fair! STREPHON. Beneath the trees as on Avona's side, Last cooling eve I listen'd to the tide, DAMON. As at the rising of the purple dawn I led my sheep along the dewy lawn, My sprightly nymph came smiling o'er the mead, STREPHON. STREPHON. Late in the depth of waving woods I stray'd- DAMON. A tuneful linnet in the groves I found, STREPHON. In Denham's numbers let majestic Thame DAMON. Let Windsor triumph in thy polish'd strains, Harmonious Pope! and deck his subject plains; Fair Esham's matchless in her flow'ry vales, Her early blossoms, and her fragrant gales. * The vale of Evesham (commonly pronounced Esham) in Worcestershire, remarkable for the beauty and fertility of its fields and meadows. STREPHON, |