By uplands, and the greenwood-side, 



We'll take our early way, 

 And view the valley spreading wide, 



And opening with the day. 



Nor uninstructive shall the scene 



Unfold its charms in vain ; 

 The fallow brown, the meadow green, 



The mountain and the plain. 



Each dew-drop glist'ning on the thorn, 



And trembling to its fall ; 

 Each blush that paints the Rose of morn 



In fancy's ear shall call: 



1 O ye, in youth and beauty's pride, 



1 Who lightly dance along ; 

 1 While laughter frolics at your side, 



* And rapture tunes your song ! 



1 What though each grace around you play, 



1 Each beauty bloom for you ; 

 4 Warm as the blush of rising day, 



4 And sparkling as the dew : 



' The blush that glows so gaily now, 



4 But glows to disappear ; 

 1 And, quiv'ring from the bending bough, 



4 Soon breaks the pearly tear ! 



1 So pass the beauties of your prime, 



1 That e'en in blooming die ; 

 1 So, shrinking at the blast of time, 



1 The treach'rous graces fly. 



1 Let those, my Stella, slight the strain, 



4 Who fear to find it true ; 

 4 Each fair, of transient beauty vain, 



6 And youth as transient too ! 



MORAL. 



1 With charms that win beyond the sight, 



' And hold the willing heart, 

 4 My Stella shall await their flight, 



4 Nor sigh when they depart. 



• Still graces shall remain behind, 



4 And beauties still controul 



4 The graces of the polish'd mind, 



1 And beauties of the soul. 



Barclay. 







