The lark had its ditty re-told,
The blackbird was heard from the vine,
The herdsman was driving from fold,
And sung, “’Tis a shame to repine.”
With gratitude musing I view’d
The landskip, so splendidly dress’d;
Gay Fancy her magic renew’d,
Imprinting her scenes on my breast:
When lo! from an op’ning I saw
A damsel come tripping the glade;