Chapter 2 No.2

Calm was the Air, no Winds blew fierce and loud,

The Skie was dark'ned with no sullen Cloud;

But all the Heav'ns laugh'd with continued Light,

And scattered round their Rays serenely bright.

No other Murmurs fill'd the Ear

But what the Streams and Rivers purl'd,

When Silver Waves o'er Shining Pebbles curl'd;

Or when young Zephirs fan'd the Gentle Breez,

Gath'ring fresh Sweets from Balmy Flow'rs and Trees,

Then bore 'em on their Wings to perfume all the Air:

While to their soft and tender Play,

The Gray-Plum'd Natives of the Shades

Unwearied sing till Love invades,

Then Bill, then sing again, while Love and Musick makes the Day.