82 JULY. 



SONG. 



On a Sunbeam will I ride. 

 On the Cataract's wild tide ; 

 In a Rose I'd pass the day ; 

 On a Moth I'd wing my way ; — 

 Be as light as Summer air. 

 As a Primrose pale and fair ; 

 For each fancy do I sigh 

 'Neath a shade in gay July. 



Can Italia's sun display 

 Meadows richer, or more gay ? 

 Can the viol or guitar 

 Better sound in countries far ? 

 Can the voice have greater scope, 

 Or the Poet brighter hope ? 

 Let the wanderer go and try, — 

 Give me England and July. 



