I'jgx. poetry;, . 65. 



Infer iption for a Rural Arbour^ by a Gentleman 

 of India. 



Heedless wanderer, come not here 



With clamorous voice, or footftep rude; 

 For Harmony's fweet fake forbear 



To violate this folltude. 



For ne'er the Nightingale forfakes 



This haunt when hawthorn bloflbms fpvLng; 



Veil'd in the fhade of tangled brakes, 

 She calls her neftlings forth to fing. 



Hark ! catch you not their warbling wild, 



That foftly flow the leaves among ? 

 Now loudly Ihrill, now fweetly mild, 



The defcant of their thrilling fong. 



Tlie earlieft primrofe of the year, 



Beneath delights in flowers to fpread ; 

 The cluft'ring hare-bell lingers near 



The cowflip's dew-befpangled bed. 



And whilft the weftern gales allay 



The keennefs of the noon- tide heat, 

 They tell where, pleasM to fliun the day, 



The vi'let fcehts her low retreat. 



If tempted by the twilight fliade 



Beneath the fmooth-leaf'd beach to ftray, 

 Soon will the cl'.arms that drefs the glade 



Bring fweet oblivion of your way. 



But, heedlefs wandVer, come not here, 



This feafl: was not prepar'd for thee ; 

 Unlefs thy heart feels nought more dear 



Than nature and fimpliclty. 



J.A. 



Vol. V, 



