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! And an amber light between; Asking a fair foot to press 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, And the nice-leav'd lesser lillies, Their little green-tipt lamps of white; With it's wings up lightsomely; With a leaf for all that come; And as proud as all of them Bound in one, the garden's gem, Feet approach, my task is done, 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, Knowing but what they see, and not even that,— Leaving out evil as a vexing thorn, Whose use they know not; 2d Shep. This change appears? Such a world, you say, |