"To ev'ry shrub the warm effluvia cling. 

 Hang on the grass, impregnate earth and skies. 

 With nostrils op'ning wide, o'er hill, o'er dale. 

 The vig'rous hounds pursue, with ev'ry breath 

 Inhale the grateful steam; quick pleasures sting 

 Their tingling nerves, while they their thanks repay. 

 And in triumphant melody confess 

 The titillating joy." 



SOMERVILLE 



