Laura's Walk.

Laura's Walk.

I.

THE Sun far sunk in his Descent, Laid now his Tyrant Rayes aside, When Laura to the Garden went, To Tryumph over Natures Pride.

II.

The Rose-Buds blusht with deeper Dye, The envying Lillies paler grew; The Violets droopt with Fear to spy On Laura's Veins a richer Blew.

III.

She stoopt and gather'd as she went, But whilst she slaughter'd sweetly Smil'd; As Angells tho for Ruin sent, Appear with Looks Serene and Mild.

IV.

But now grown weary with her Toyl, She sits and flow'ry Wreaths she frames; Thus with proud Trophies made o'th' Spoyl, Her Conquest ore the Flow'rs proclaims.