If mild the evening, in the fields they stray’d,
And their own flock with partial eye survey’d;
But oft the husband, to indulgence prone,
Resumed his book, and bade them walk alone.
“Do, my kind Edward - I must take mine ease -
Name the dear girl the planets and the trees:
Tell her what warblers pour their evening song,
What insects flutter, as you walk along;
Teach her to fix the roving thoughts, to bind
The wandering sense, and methodize the mind.”