Grow firm, and gain a more compacted tone; 40
The greener juices are by toil subdu’d,
Mellow’d, and subtilis’d; the vapid old
Expell’d, and all the rancor of the blood.
Come, my companions, ye who feel the charms
Of nature and the year; come, let us stray 45
Where chance or fancy leads our roving walk:
Come, while the soft voluptuous breezes fan
The fleecy heavens, enwrap the limbs in balm,
And shed a charming languor o’er the soul.