VER. 49-52. Originally thus in the MS.-- Pan, let my numbers equal Strephon's lays, Of Parian stone thy statue will I raise; But if I conquer and augment my fold, Thy Parian statue shall be changed to gold. VER. 61-64. It stood thus at first-- Let rich Iberia golden fleeces boast, Her purple wool the proud Assyrian coast, Blest Thames's shores, &c. VER. 61-68 Originally thus in the MS.-- Go, flowery wreath, and let my Sylvia know, Compared to thine how bright her beauties show; Then die; and dying teach the lovely maid How soon the brightest beauties are decay'd. DAPHNIS. Go, tuneful bird, that pleased the woods so long, Of Amaryllis learn a sweeter song; To Heaven arising then her notes convey, For Heaven alone is worthy such a lay. VER 69-73. These verses were thus at first-- All nature mourns, the birds their songs deny, Nor wasted brooks the thirsty flowers supply; If Delia smile, the flowers begin to spring, The brooks to murmur, and the birds to sing. VER. 99, 100, was originally-- The turf with country dainties shall be spread, And trees with twining branches shade your head. * * * * * SUMMER, THE SECOND PASTORAL, OR ALEXIS. TO DR GARTH. A shepherd's boy (he seeks no better name) Led forth his flocks along the silver Thame, Where dancing sunbeams on the waters play'd, And verdant alders form'd a quivering shade. Soft as he mourn'd, the streams forgot to flow, The flocks around a dumb compassion show: The Naïads wept in every watery bower, And Jove consented in a silent shower. Accept, O Garth[9] the Muse's early lays, That adds this wreath of ivy to thy bays; 10 Hear what from love unpractised hearts endure: From love, the sole disease thou canst not cure. Ye shady beeches, and ye cooling streams, Defence from Phoebus', not from Cupid's beams, To you I mourn, nor to the deaf I sing, 'The woods shall answer, and their echo ring.'[10] The hills and rocks attend my doleful lay; Why art thou prouder and more hard than they? The bleating sheep with my complaints agree, They parch'd with heat, and I inflamed by thee. 20 The sultry Sirius burns the thirsty plains, While in thy heart eternal winter reigns.