CAROLINE Part First. I'll bid the hyacynth to blow, Ill teach my grotto green to be And sing my true love all below The helly bower & myrtle tree. There, all his wood wild notes to bring, The sweet south wind shall wander by, And with the music of his wing Delight my rustling canopy. — Come to my close & clust ring bower_ Thou spirit of a milder chime Fresh with the dews of fruit & flow'+ of mountain heath & moory thyme With all thy rural echoes come _ Sweet comrade of the resy Day Wafting the wild bees gentle hum Or cuckoo's plaintive roundelay Where'er thy morning feet have stray'd _ Whatever isles of Ocean fannd Come to Thou wandring wind of Faisyland For sure from some enchanted isle Where Heavn & Love their sabbath hold_ Where pure & happy spirits smile of beauty's freshest fairest mould. From Some e green island of the deep Where pleasure's sigh alone is heav'd I there tears of sapture lovers weep _ From some sweet paradise afar Thy beauty wanders distant lost __ Where nature lights her leading tar And love is never never O gentle gale of Etten- bowers ! To revel with the cloudless hours In Nature's more • propitious home Name to thy loud Elysian groves That our enchanted spirits twine __ e A & fairer form than cherub loves And let the name by Caroline |