To the Reverend Doctor S—. An Invitation to a Morning-Walk in the Spring.

To the Reverend Doctor S—.

An Invitation to a Morning-Walk in the Spring.

The piercing Cold, the stormy Winds, And drooping Rains of Winter gone; The genial Sun new warms the Earth, And brings the fertile Season on.

The Morning Breezes softly blow, Aurora gilds the Meadows fair; Gentle and smooth the Rivers flow, And balmy Sweets perfume the Air.

The tow'ring Lark expands her Wing, The Birds in Concert all combine; And, as they glide through Air, and sing, They call your sweeter Voice to join.

Come, bring the Muses in your Train, Let grave Philosophy attend; And true Religion, kind and plain: They'll all accompany my Friend.

All Nature smiling, seems to say: "Come, taste the Pleasures of the Spring; " Come, come, Amyntor, come away; "Remember Time is on the Wing."