THE American Mock-Bird, OR SONGSTER's DELIGHT, SONG CCXLIV

The new flown Birds the Shepherds sing, And welcome in the May; Come, Pastarella. now the Spring, Makes ev'ry Landskip gay. Wide spreading Trees their leafy Shade, O'er half the Plain extend, Or in reflecting Fountains play'd, Their quiv'ring Branches bend; Or in reflecting Fountains play'd, Their quiv'ring Branches bend.

Come, taste the Season in it's Prime, And bless the rising Year; Oh! how my Soul grows sick of Time, 'Pill thou, my Love, appear: Then shall I pass the gladsome Day, Warm in thy Beauty's Shine, When thy dear Flock shall feed and play, And intermix with mine. And intermix, &c.

For thee of Doves, a Milk-white Pair, In silken Bands I hold: For thee a firstling Lambkin fair, I keep within the Fold: If Milk-white Dove, Acceptance meet, Or tender Lambkins please, My spotless Heart without Deceit, Be offer'd up with these; Be offer'd up with these.