The genial meads assign'd to bless
The life, shall mourn thy early doom,
Their hinds, and shepherd-girls shall dress
With simple hands thy rural tomb.
XI.
Long, long, thy stone, and pointed clay
Shall melt the musing Briton's eyes,
O! vales, and wild woods, shall He say
In yonder grave Your Druid lies!
FOOTNOTES:
[15] The harp of æolus, of which see a description in the castle of Indolence.
[16] Richmond Church.
THE CHILD BIRTH.
in the manner of GAY.
The doleful dumps I sing, and tearful woes,
Of marian teeming with unlawful throes:
The sheenest lass in Berkshire was she known,
Of all that butter sell to Reading town:
Not the seven sisters could o'er her prevail,
The golden farmer's daughters of the vale,
Tho' every Oxford muse their charms has sung
And gravest doctors[17] join'd the tuneful throng.