Alexis join the rural lay,
Give welcome to the op’ning spring.
Why sigh’st thou thus thy hours away?
Come take thy pipe, and softly sing.
ALEXIS.
Beneath these ivy mantled trees,
Allow me, Colin, to complain.
No murm’ring brook, nor whisp’ring breeze
Can in the least divert my pain.
The maid, whose charms I oft have sung,