THE shepherd swain of whom I mention made, His drink, the living water from the rock : The milky dams supplied his board, and lent Their kindly fleece to baffle winter's shock; And he, though oft with dust and sweat besprent, Did guide and guard their wanderings, wheresoe'er they went. RISE, sons of harmony, and hail the morn, To please a tyrant, strain the little bill, But sing what Heaven inspires, and wander where they will. |