Smil'd to see the God of Day:
Charming prospect, verdant Trees,
Azure Hill, enamell'd Sky;
Birds with warbling Throats to please,
Striving each which shall outvey.
Lisbea then with wond'rous hast,
O'er a green sword Plain she flew;
Thus my Angel as she past,
The Eyes of ev'ry Shepherd drew:
When they had the Nymph espyed,