THE PARK. 139 



in the air, performing fantastic evolutions ; others hover 

 about trees and bushes, wooing buds, kissing flowers, 

 and sipping honey. 



Go, child of pleasure, range the fields, 

 Taste all the joys that spring can give. 

 Partake what bounteous summer yields. 

 And live \\hilst yet 'tis thine to live. 

 Go sip the rose's fragrant dew, 

 The lily's honey'd cup explore, 

 From flower to flower the search renew, 

 And rifle all the \asoka\s\ store. 



