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And grateful umbrage, all the tribes around,
Such are the perils, such the toils, of life, 551 In foreign climes. But speed thy flight, my Muse! Swift turns the year, and our unnumber'd flocks On Fleeces overgrown uneasy
lie. Now, jolly Swains ! the harvest of your cares Prepare to reap, and seek the sounding caves 556 Of high Brigantium t, where, by ruddy flames Vulcan's strong sons, with nervous arm, around The steady anvil and the glaring mass Clatter their heavy hammers down by turns, 560 Flatt’ning the steel : from their rough hands receive The sharpend instrument that from the flock Severs the Fleece. If verdant elder spreads Her silver flow'rs; if humble daisies yield To yellow crow-foot and luxuriant grass, Gay shearing-time approaches. First, howe cr, Drive to the double fold, upon the brim Of a clear river, gently drive the flock,
# The caves of Brigantium----the forges of Sheffield, in Yorkshire, where
And plunge them one by one into the flood : 569
Shear them the fourth or fifth return of morn,
Bleating in vain are borne; and straw-built huts, And rifted trees, and heavy enormous rocks, Down with the rapid torrent to the deep.
At shearing-time along the lively vales
While th' old apart, upon a bank reclin'd,
Could I recall those notes which once the Muse
Of blue-topp'd Wreakin t ! Yet the carols sweet Thro' the deep maze of the memorial cell Faintly remurmur. First arose in song Hoar-headed Damon, venerable Swain ! The soothest shepherd of the flow'ry vale. - This is no vulgar scene; no palace-roof “ Was e'er so lofty, nor so nobly rise “ Their polish'd pillars as these aged oaks, 634 “ Which o'er our Fleecy wealth and harmless sports “ Thus have expanded wide their shelt’ring arms “ Thrice told an hundred summers. Sweet Content, “ Ye gentle Shepherds ! pillow us at night.”
“ Yes, tuneful Damon, for our cares are short, “ Rising and falling with the cheerful day," 640 Colin reply'd ; " and pleasing weariness “ Soon our unaching heads to sleep inclines. " Is it in cities so? where, poets tell, " The cries of Sorrow sadden all the streets, “ And the diseases of intemp'rate wealth.
645 “ Alas ! that any ills from wealth should rise!
“ May the sweet nightingale on yonder spray, “ May this clear stream, these lawns, those snow.
white lambs, " Which with a pretty innocence of look “ Skip on the green, and race in little troops; 653 “ May that great lamp which sinks behind the hills, “ And streams around variety of lights, “ Recall them erring ! this is Damon's wish."
† Wreakin, a high hill in Shropshire.
“ Huge Breaden's f stony summit once I climb’d “ After a kidling : Damon, what a scene ! " What various views unnumber'd spread beneath! “Woods, tow'rs, vales, caves, dells, cliffs, and tor
rent floods, ! And here and there, between the spiry rocks, " The broad flat sea. Far nobler prospects these " Than gardens black with smoke in dusty towns, Where stenchy vapours oft
blot the sun : 661 " Yet, flying from his quiet, thither crowds :“Each greedy wretch for tardy-rising wealth, “Which comes too late, that courts the taste in vain,
“Or nauseates with distempers. Yes, ye Rich! 665 "“Still, still be sich, if thus ye fashion life ; "And piping, careless, silly shepherds we, "We silly shepherds, all intent to feed "Our snowy flocks, and wind the sleeky Fleece.”
“Deein not, howe'er, our occupation mean," 670 Damon reply'd," while the Supreme accounts “ Well of the faithful shepherd, rank'd alike " With king and priest: they also shepherds are ; “For so th’All-seeing stiles them, to remind “Elated man, forgetful of his charge." 675
“ But haste, begin the rites : see purple Eve “Stretches her shadows: all ye Nymphs and Swains! “ Hither assemble. Pleas'd with honours due, " Sabrina, guardian of the crystal food, 679 “ Shall bless our cares, when she by moonlight clear “ Skims o'er the daies, and eyes our sleeping folds ;