A Song

A SONG

When the lovely young Edwin was laid to repose, At the dawn of the day, when bright Phoebus arose, The bays and the laurels did serve for a shade, And the myrtles and willows supported his head.

The lark and the linnet arose on the spray, And the lambs all around him did frolic and play; E'en the bee was entic'd with such sweetness and grace, And, in quest of his honey, did light on his face.