Glen Collection of printed music > Printed text > Tea-table miscellany, or, A collection of choice songs, Scots and English

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No trumpets rouze him to the war,
No hopes can bribe, no threats can dare ;
From ftate intrigues he holds afar,
And liveth unconfin'd.
Like thofe in golden ages born,
He labours gently to adorn
His fmall paternal fields of corn,
And on their product feeds :
Each feafon of the wheeling year,
Induitrious he improves with care ;
And ftill fome ripened fruits appear.
So well his toil fucceeds.
Now by a filver ftream he lies,
And angles with his baits and flie$,
And next the filvan fcene he tries,
His fpirits to regal :
Now from the rock or height he views
His fleecy flock, or teeming cows,
Then tunes his reed, or tries his mufe,
That waits his honeft call.
Amidil his harmlefs eafy joys,
No care his peace of mind deftroys,
Nor does he pafs his time in toys
Beneath his juft regard :
He's fond to feel the zephyr's breez,
To plant and fned his tender trees »
And for attending well his bees,
Enjoys the fweet reward.
The flowry meads, and fllent coves,
The fcenes of faithful rural loves,
And warbling birds on blooming groves,
Afford a wifh'd delight :
But O ! how pleafant is this life ?
Hell with a chaft and virtuous wife,
And children pratling, void of ftrife,
Around his fire at night > X.
Willy