And when morn and eve I no longer behold,

"When days, months, and years, Lord, I

"number no more;

"In the arms of thy mercy thy servant enfold,

"Thy Works to contemplate, thy Name to "< adore!"

PASTORALS.

M

ABSENCE.

YE shepherds! so cheerful and gay,

Whose flocks never carelessly roam, Should Corydon's happen to stray, Oh! call the poor wanderers home.

Allow me to muse and to sigh,

Nor talk of the change that ye

find

None once was so watchful as I :

-I have left my dear Phyllis behind.

Now I know what it is to have strove

With the torture of doubt and desire;

What it is to admire and to love,
And to leave her we love and admire.

Ah! lead forth my flock in the morn,
And the damps of each ev'ning repel ;
Alas! I am faint and forlorn:

-I have bade my dear Phyllis farewell.

Since Phyllis vouchsaf 'd me a look,
I never once dreamt of my vine;

May I lose both my pipe and my crook,
If I knew of a kid that was mine.

I priz'd every hour that went by

Beyond all that had pleas'd me before;

But now they are past, and I sigh,

And I grieve that I priz'd them no more.