English poem
THE American Mock-Bird, OR SONGSTER's DELIGHT, SONG CLIII
by Anonymous
If those who live in Shepherds Bower, Press not the gay and stately Bed; The new mow'n Hav and breathing Flow'r, A softer Couch beneath them spread, If those who sit at Shepherd's Board, Sooth not their Taste by wanton Art, They take what Nature's Gifts afford; And take it with a chearful Heart.
If those who drain the Shepherds Bowl, No high and sparking Wines can boast, With wholesome Cups they chear the Soul, And crown them with the Villiage Toast, If those who join in Shepherd's Sport Dancing on the daisi'd Ground; Have not the Splender of a Court Yet Love adorns the merry Round.
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