By uplands, and the greenwood- side, 



We'll take our early way, 

 And view the valley spreading wide, 



And opening with the day. 



Nor uninstructive shall the scene 



Unfold its charms in vain; 

 The fallow brown, the meadow green, 



The mountain and the plain. 



Each dew-drop glist'ning on the thorn. 



And trembling to its fall; 

 Each blush that paints the Rose of morn 



In fancy's ear shall call: 



' O ye, in youth and beauty's pride, 



' Who lightly dance along; 

 ' While laughter frolics at your side, 



' And rapture tunes your song! 



' What though each grace around you play, 

 ' Each beauty bloom for you ; 



' Warm as the blush of rising day, 

 ' And sparkling as the dew: 



' The blush that glows so gaily now, 



' But glows to disappear ; 

 ' And, quiv'ring from the bending bough, 



' Soon breaks the pearly tear ! 



' So pass the beauties of your prime, 



^ That e'en in blooming die ; 

 ^ So, shrinking at the blast of time, 



' The treach'rous graces fly. 



' Let those, my Stella, slight the strain, 



' Who fear to find it true ; 

 ' Each fair, of transient beauty vain, 



' And youth as transient too ! 



MORAL. 



' With charms that win beyond the sight, 



' And hold the willing heart, 

 ' My Stella shall await their flight, 



' Nor sigh when they depart. 



' Still graces shall remain behind, 



' And heauties still controul 

 ' The graces of the polish'd mind, 



^ And heauties of the soul. 



Barclay. 



