The New Hampshire Gazette And General Advertiser

Parnassian Spring.

CONTENT: A PASTORAL.

I.

O'er moorlands and mountains,
rude, barren, and bare,
As wilder'd and wearied I roam,
A gentle young shepherdess sees my
despair,
And leads me o'er lawns to her home:
Yellow sheafs from rich Ceres her cottage
had crown'd,
Green rushes were strew'd on her floor.
Her casement sweet woodbines crept
wantonly round,
And deck'd the sod seats of her door.

II.
We sat ourselves down to a cooling re-
past,
Fresh fruits! and she cull'd me the
best :
Whilst thrown from my guard by some
glances she cast,
Love slyly stole into my breast,
I told my soft wishes, she sweetly reply'd
(Ye virgins her voice was divine !)
I've rich ones resisted, and great ones
denied,
Yet take me fond shepherd, I'm thine.

III.
Her air was so modest, her aspect so
meek,
So simple, yet sweet was her charms,
I kiss'd the ripe roses that glow'd on
her cheek,
And lock'd the lov'd maid in my arms.
Now jocund together we tend a few
sheep ;
And if, on the banks by the stream,
Reclin'd on her bosom, I sink into sleep,
Her image still softens my dream.

IV.
Together we range o'er the flow'ry rising
hills,
Delighted with pastoral views,
And rest on the rock where the stream-
let distills,
And mark out new themes for my
muse.
To pomp or proud titles she ne'er did
aspire,
The damsel's of humble descent !
The cottager Peace is well known for
her fire,
And shepherds have nam'd her CON-
TENT.