Glad o'er the meads the cattle bound, But chief into the human heart Come, thou delight of heaven and earth TO AMANDA.* COME, dear Amanda, quit the town, And to the rural hamlets fly; Behold! the wintry storms are gone: A gentle radiance glads the sky, The birds awake, the flowers appear, Earth spreads a verdant couch for thee; 'Tis joy and music all we hear, 'Tis love and beauty all we see. Come, let us mark the gradual spring, How peeps the bud, the blossom blows; Till Philomel begins to sing, And perfect May to swell the rose. E'en so thy rising charms improve, As life's warm season grows more bright; And opening to the sighs of love, Thy beauties glow with full delight. TO AMANDA. UNLESS with my Amanda bless'd, In vain I twine the woodbine bower; This song was obligingly contributed to this edition by William Henry, present Lord Lyttelton, from a copy in Thomson's own hand, and is printed for the first time. |