S6 ' POETRY. Sept. 2t 



The Kifs of Love, 



An Ode, fent to Eliza with a Bathing-cap, June 1774- 



" How blythe, O June, thy jocund morn I 

 " How lich, ye bloffoms of the thorn ! 



" That flow thcfe groves among ! 

 " How bright, ye flowers of varied dye 1 

 '• Ye fky-larks warbling as ye fly, 



" How gay your artlefs fong I 



*' Thus, freed from care, and guilt, and pain, 

 " Smile annual Summer's gaudy train 



" T.li Winter's deaths deftroy ; 

 " While wrapt in reafiti's boafted drefs, 

 " Man, lordly Man, Hill finds diftrefs 



" To check the coming joy !" 



Scarce was the murm'ring plaint exprefl. 

 When from the llream, and flightly dreft, 



Appear'd Eliza fair ! 

 Soft giow'd each charm with rofeate youth, 

 While fmiles of innocence and truth 



Adorn'd her nrtive air. 



Struck with each grace, and fir'd with love. 

 Like the free fongfters of the grove, 



I fnatch'd the rapturous Kifs — 

 ■Twas then, thou know'ft, fweet blufhing maid, 

 By yon white hawthorn's fragrant fliade, 



Each murmur died in blifs. 



Ere fortune brought my charming fair, 

 I envy'd every tuneful pair 



That carol'd as they flew ; — 

 Each bloffom burning from the fpray ;— 

 Each flowVet opening to the day 

 : In tints of varied hue. 



