SONG CXXVIII. The LOVERS WISH

The Blooming Spring makes Joy appear, The pleasant Month of May is near, The pleasant Month of May is near?

When I and Betsy may again; Wander o'er each Hill and Plain, Wander o'er each Hill and Plain.

And daily find new Paths to tread, (By Love and Incocence be led) O'er flow'ry Meads or verdant Hills, Near murm'ring Brooks or cooling Rills:

Or to some pleasing soft retreat, Where Sylphs or Fairias nightly meet, Where zephyr's fan the Air around, And Birds with warbling notes are found.

Or if the Sun with intense pow'r, Shall force us to some shady Bow'r, Where the giantick woodbines grow, And the more fragrant Vi'lets blow.

There dearest Betsy thou shalt prove, That I no other Nymph do love, In rural Scenes no Joy I see, My Betsy is all Joy to me.