II. 2. Ye nymphs who guard the pathless grove, With whom I wont at morn to rove, To prompt my slumbers in the murmuring shade, And soothe my vacant ear with many an airy strain. II. 3. And thou, my faithful harp, no longer mourn O Phœbus, guardian of the Aonian choir, With Venus and with Juno, move In concert round the Olympian father's throne? III. I. Thee too, protectress of my lays, Elate with whose majestic call, Above degenerate Latium's praise, I dare from impious thrones reclaim, The honours of a poet's name, To Somers' counsels, or to Hampden's arms, Thee, Freedom, I rejoin, and bless thy genuine flame. III. 2. Great citizen of Albion. Thee And useful Science, pleased to see Fills and commands the public eye; Till, pierced and sinking by her powerful ray, Tame Faith, and monkish Awe, like nightly demons, fly. III. 3. Hence the whole land the patriot's ardour shares: Hence dread Religion dwells with social Joy; In youth, in age, domestic life employ. Unjust and hostile to each foreign fame : But when for generous minds and manly laws A nation holds her prime applause, There public zeal shall all reproof disclaim. THE FIRST OF APRIL. WARTON. Probably composed before 1760, but printed in 1777. WITH dalliance rude young Zephyr woos Coy May. Full oft with kind excuse The boisterous boy the Fair denies, Or, with a scornful smile complies. Mindful of disaster past, And shrinking at the northern blast, The morning hoar, the evening chill; Murmurs the blossom'd boughs around, That clothe the garden's southern bound: Scarce a sickly straggling flower Decks the rough castle's rifted tower: From the dark dell's entangled steeps: O'er the field of waving broom, Slowly shoots the golden bloom : While from the shrubbery's naked maze, Of Flora's brightest 'broidery shone, Scant along the ridgy land The beans their new-born ranks expand: The swallow, for a moment seen, |