Original - Duke Divinity School

Cowslip, in pale Gold array’d;
Lilly, in silver Mantle clad;
Azure Lilac, yet unsung;
Violet, Theme of every Tongue.
Now, in fixt Attention still,
I listen to the Blackbird shrill,
Temper’d by the softer Note
Of the gay Linnet’s tuneful Throat:
Or listen to the neighb’ring Flood,
That embrac’d by waving Wood,
Slow, unwilling travels on
To leave the blissful Soil so soon;
Whispers to th’ inclining Grove,
And murm’ring tells her Tale of Love.
Oft when Zephyr’s wanton Play
Speaks the calm descending Day;
Over the smooth-shaven Grass
Musing, softly, sad I pass
To the Mount’s aspiring Plain,
Rear’d above the Level Green;
Far as tallest Lillies rise,
To pour their Odours thro’ the Skies.
Envious Woodbine, cease to spread
Thy flow’ry Branches round my Head;
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