While the bees, about their treasure,

Hum and pitch with tipsy pleasure,

And the coying butterflies,

Drest in all their summer dyes,

Flutter up from every part,

Tickled, as it were, at heart.

Never shot so bright a blush!
Then the panting leaves are flush
With the freshest rainy green,

And an amber light between;
And the turf lies thick and glowing,
Just as from a gentle mowing,

Asking a fair foot to press
On it's springy mossiness.

Never look'd the bay so fit

To surmount two eyes of wit,

Nor the myrtle to be seen

Two white-kerchief'd breasts between,

Nor the oak to crown a sword

For a nation's rights restored.

Then the flowers on all their bedsHow the sparklers glance their heads! Daisies with their pinky lashes,

And the marigold's broad flashes,
Hyacinth with sapphire bell
Curling backward, and the swell
Of the rose, full-lipp'd and warm,
Round about whose riper form
Her slender virgin-train are seen
In their close-fit caps of green:
Lilacs then, and daffadillies;

And the nice-leav'd lesser lillies,
Shading, like detected light,

Their little green-tipt lamps of white;
Blissful poppy, odorous pea,

With it's wings up lightsomely;
Balsam with his shaft of amber,
Mignonette for lady's chamber,
And genteel geranium,

With a leaf for all that come;
And the tulip, trick'd out finest,
And the pink, of smell divinest;

And as proud as all of them

Bound in one, the garden's gem,
Heartsease, like a gallant bold,
In his cloth of purple and gold.—
But why stay I chattering here
To a more instructed ear?

Feet approach, my task is done,
I must glance me through the sun.
Phaniel, if your cloud holds two,
I'll come up, and sit with you?

Phan. Come along, and share my view.

Mabiel flies up across the scene, whisking his coloured

wings in the sunshine.

The same scene. Enter the THREE SHEPHERDS with EUNOMUS and MYRTILLA.

1st Shep. Now, Sir, rest here,-upon this shady bank.

Eun. I will:-this heavenly season, and the sight

Of my Myrtilla's face against the sun

Touched with a morning eagerness, inspired me

Beyond my strength. (Sits down.) I should apologize Once more for thus

2d Shep.

Pray, Sir, think well of us :

We'll take the balmy welcome of the spot.

1st Shep. 'Tis one not to be hurried from.

Eun.

Well, well,

My manly friends, I know what you think requisite

To your true pleasures, and shall not dispute.

"Tis a sweet spot.

2d Shep.

And with a lady in it

Wants no perfection. We have come, I think,

Through nothing but sweet spots from first to last.

What think you, Madam? Those are not sad tears

That flash above your smiling.

Myrt.

Tears of joy, Sir,

To see the world with such a happy look.

May you be happy all.

2d Shep. (aside to the others.) She thinks a moment Of her lost kindred,-but in what a spirit!

1st. Shep. O yes, her heart is full, but love for all Swims at the top, and helps to shake these tears Over the brim.

Myrt. (to Eunomus.) Now you will smile at me,
And so would our friends too, but that they're younger
And cannot yet afford to look such truths
At a fair lady,—but you've heard me, Sir,
In my young fancy picture out a world,
Such as our present-timed, unfinal eyes,

Knowing but what they see, and not even that,—
Might gather from the best of what's before them,

Leaving out evil as a vexing thorn,

Whose use they know not;

2d Shep.

This change appears?

Such a world, you say,