Behold our flocks are scatt'ring o'er the plain, DAPHNI S. Come, then, Menalcas! tuneful fhepherd rife, Thy song fhall praise the SOVEREIGN of the skies Whilft I will join in that exalted theme, Nor more repeat the faithlefs fair-one's name! ODE ODE TO A FRIEND. 1758. I. HY fo tim'rous, gentle friend? WH Pri'thee, banish care and dread; Of harmless pleasure, know no end, II. What can keep thee from the grave, III. What should move the pow'r divine, IV. But not in pleasure's Syren-charms, I know that mirth has fad alarms Where wisdom has no part. V. But V. But let paffion's cafy gale, Thy bark with rapture sweep, While powerful reason fhall prevail And guide her o'er the deep. VI. Then chearful flow thy tranfient breath, With courage arm thy heart; Immortal life begins in death, And smiles at his grim dart. EPISTOLARY ODE TO A FRIEND. L I. IKE as Lybia's burning fand, And restless pines in ev'ry state- The first-born mortal upon earth, When round him fmiling Nature play'd, With discontent was void of mirth, Tho' he o'er ev'ry creature sway'd. II. He who contented fpends his days- Or in war the fword to wield; He roams in fearch of fordid gain; He's the happy man confeft! III. Liften, dear Strephon to my fong- O leave |