ODE TO SIMPLICITY.
Haste, pallid nymph, forego thy moss-crown’d cell,
Clad in thy milk-white vest,
By Nature woven, by the Graces drest:
Come seek the adust retreat of these lone groves,
Where Shenstone breath’d, ere Fate had rung his knell,
And join the requium of confederate loves.
Can you forget how oft in wooing you,
He artless led the passions in a throng?
No suppliant ever felt a flame more true,