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14 A C L L E C T I G N
SONG XV.
The BIRD.
THE bird that hears her neftlings cry,
And flies abroad for food,
Hetiirns impatient thro' the fky,
To niirfe the callow brood :
The tender mother knows no joy,
But bodes a thoufand harms ;
And fickens for the darling boy,
When abfent from her arms*
Such fondnefs with impatience joinM
My faithful bofom fires ;
Now forcM to leave my fair behind,
The queen of my defires :
The pow'rs of verfe too languid prove^
All fimilies are vain.
To (hew how ardently I love.
Or to relieve my pain.
The faint with fervent zeal infpir'dj
For heav'n and joy divine ;
The faint is not with rapture fir'dj
More pure, more warm than mine s
I take what liberty I dare,
'Twere impious to fay mure ;
Convey my longings to the fair,
The goddefs I adore.
SONG xvr.
The BEE.
BUSY humble bee am I,
That range the garden funny j
From flow'r to flowV I changing fiy^
And ev'ry flower's my honef^