1 ODE ON SPRING. Hamilton del Sharp se Beside some water's rushy brink (At Ease reclined in rustic state,) How vain the ardour of the croud, London:1 Jan 1780. Publishd as the Act directs, by J.Murray, N32 Fleet Street · OD E ON THE SPRING. L O! where the rofy-bofom'd hours, Fair VENUS' train, appear, Disclose the long-expecting flowers, The Attic warbler pours her throat, Where-e'er the oak's thick branches ftretch A broader browner fhade; Where-e'er the rude and mofs-grown beech O'er-canopies the glade; Befide fome water's rufhy brink With me the Muse shall fit, and think, (At ease reclin'd in rustic state), How vain the ardour of the crowd, How low, how little are the proud, How indigent the great! Still is the toiling hand of Care; The panting herds repofe: Yet hark, how thro' the peopled air The bufy murmur glows! The infect youth are on the wing, Eager to taste the honied fpring, And And float amid the liquid noon:: Some lightly o'er the current skim, To Contemplation's fober eye Such is the race of man: And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began. Alike the busy and the gay But flutter thro' life's little day, In Fortune's varying colours dreft: Brush'd by the hand of rough Mischance, Or chill'd by Age, their airy dance They leave in duft to reft. Methinks I hear, in accents low, The sportive kind reply; Poor Moralift! and what art thou? A folitary fly! D 2 Thy |