alls the wondering Dormouse from his grave,
Bids the mute Redbreast cheer the budding grove,
And plaintive Ringdove tune her notes to love.

Spring! with thy own sweet smile, and tuneful tongue,
Delighted BELLIS calls her infant throng.
145 Each on his reed astride, the Cherub-train
Watch her kind looks, and circle o'er the plain;
Now with young wonder touch the siding snail,
Admire his eye-tipp'd horns, and painted mail;
Chase with quick step, and eager arms outspread,
150 The pausing Butterfly from mead to mead;

[_Bellis prolifera_ l. 144. Hen and chicken Daisy; in this beautiful
monster not only the impletion or doubling of the petals takes place, as
described in the note on Alcea; but a numerous circlet of less flowers on
peduncles, or footstalks, rise from the sides of the calyx, and surround
the proliferous parent. The same occurs in Calendula, marigold; in
Heracium, hawk-weed; and in Scabiosa, Scabious. Phil. Botan. p. 82.]

Or twine green oziers with the fragrant gale,
The azure harebel, and the primrose pale,
Join hand in hand, and in procession gay
Adorn with votive wreaths the shrine of May.
155 --So moves the Goddess to the Idalian groves,
And leads her gold-hair'd family of Loves.
These, from the flaming furnace, strong and bold
Pour the red steel into the sandy mould;
On tinkling anvils (with Vulcanian art),
160 Turn with hot tongs, and forge the dreadful dart;
The barbed head on whirling jaspers grind,
And dip the point in poison for the mind;
Each polish'd shaft with snow-white plumage wing,
Or strain the bow reluctant to its string.
165 Those on light pinion twine with busy hands,
Or stretch from bough to bough the flowery bands;

[_The fragrant Gale._ l. 151. The buds of the Myrica Gale possess an
agreeable aromatic fragrance, and might be worth attending to as an
article of the Materia Medica. Mr. Sparman suspects, that the green
wax-like substance, with which at certain times of the year the berries
of the Myrica cerifera, or candle-berry Myrtle, are covered, are
deposited there by insects. It is used by the inhabitants for making
candles, which he says burn rather better than those made of tallow.
_Voyage to the Cape,_ V. I. 345.]

Scare the dark beetle, as he wheels on high,
Or catch in silken