And Truth Severe, By Fairy Fiction Drest.

T'was Spring, T'was Summer, All Was Gay Now Autumn Bears A Cloud Brow The Flowers Of Spring Are Swept Way And Summer Fruits Desert The Bough

What Female Heart Can Gold Despise? What Cat 's Averse To Fish?

From Helicon's Harmonious Springs A Thousand Rills Their Mazy Progress Take.

Hands That The Rod Of Empire Might Have Sway'd, Or Waked To Ecstasy The Living Lyre.

Along The Cool Sequestered Vale Of Life, They Kept The Noiseless Tenour Of Their Way.