l^gs. on the Study of natural history, 3^7 



ccnd you now by way of douceur, a little elegy by a • 

 wood lark of the Tweed*, to the cooing wild doves. 



RoNDEAtf. 

 I. 



Ah : how divine to hear my Tueda flow. 

 With tinkUng eddies as it pours along. 

 While love dispels my inly thrilling woe , 

 And yon red rocks re-echo to my song. 

 Happy', happy', happy', doves. 



Long may ye bruick your secret nest; 

 Long undisturb'd enjoy your loves ; 



They truly love that are in secret blest. 

 n. » 



\h how devine to quafF the balmy gale, 



And chaunt reposing on the hov'ring wing. 

 Then o'er the clust'ring bulh to sail. 



Fix on the spray and dainty seeds to fling. 

 Happy '. happy : happy '. doves. 



Long may ye bruick your secret nest. 

 Long undisturb'd enjoy your love ; 



They truly love that are in secret blest. 

 III. 

 Last night I heard a little tit-lark say, 



That all the wood was now belaid with snares, 

 That owls and bats were ever in the way, 



And soon the groves would be beset with cares, 

 Happy '. happy '. happy : doves, 



Long may ye bruick your secret nest, ^ 



Long undisturb'd enjoy your loves; 



They truly love that are in secret blest. 



Ah how divine to hear my Tueda flow. 



With tinkling eddies as it pours along. 

 While love dispels my inly thrilling woe. 



And yon red rocks re-echo to my song. 



Farewell my dear Alathea ! Listen to the melody 

 cf the groves, study natural history and be hap- 

 py ! 



* In these lines the mellow notes and round of thr wood hrk's 

 "rvp is attcmp'cd to be imitated, 



