Let no fond love for earth exact a figh, A T length the winter's furly blafts are o'er; Array'd in fmiles the lovely spring returns: Health to the breeze unbars the screaming door, And ev'ry breaft with heat celestial burns. Again the daifes peep, the violets blow, And see, my Delia, fee o'er yonder stream, The ftranger-fwallows take their wonted way. Welcome, ye gentle tribe, your fports pursue, No No tempeft on my fhed its fury pours, My frugal hearth no noxious blast supplies; Go, wand'rers, go, repair your footy bow'rs, Think, on no hoftile roof my chimnies rife. Again I'll listen to your grave debates, I'll think I hear your various maxims told, Your numbers, leaders, policies, and ftates, Your limits fettled, and your tribes enroll'd, I'll think I hear you tell of diftant lands, What infect-nations rife from Egypt's mud, What painted fwarms fubfift on Lybia's fands, What mild Euphrates yields, and Ganges' flood. Thrice happy race! whom Nature's call invites The fummer's radiance, and the sweets of spring. While we are doom'd to bear the reftlefs change But know the period to your joys affign'd! Its fecret adamantine props fhall fall. Yet Yet when your fhort-liv'd fummers shine no more, To plains etherial, and Elyfian bowers, VALENTINE's Day. T By the Same. HE tuneful choir in amorous ftrains Accoft their feather'd loves, While each fond mate with equal pains The tender fuit approves. With chearful hop from fpray to fpray They sport along the meads; In focial bliss together stray, Where love or fancy leads. Thro' fpring's gay scenes each happy pair Its various charms and produce share, For ever kind and true. Their spritely notes from every shade Till winter's chilling blafts invade, Then all the jocund fcene declines, Go, blissful warblers! timely wife, A The SCAVENGERS. A Town Eclogue. In the Manner of SWIFT. By the Same. WAKE my Mufe, prepare a loftier theme: The winding valley and the dimpled stream Delight not all; quit, quit the verdant field, And try what dufty streets and alleys yield. Whe Where Avon wider flows, and gathers fame, The Mercian dame, Elfleda's guardian care. When her own Guy was with her laurels crown'd. And binds in filken bonds her feeble race. To sweep the streets their task from fun to fun, More plodding hind, or dame, you ne'er shall fee, His gentle mate the plaintive lay return'd, O. P. Alas! was ever fuch fine weather feen! - Empty my cart how long, and idle I ? That fomething had to carry, I to do. Now |