song—phillis the fair
tune—“robin adair.”
while larks, with little wing,
fann'd the pure air,
tasting the breathing spring,
forth i did fare:
gay the sun's golden eye
peep'd o'er the mountains high;
such thy morn! did i cry,
phillis the fair.
in each bird's careless song,
glad i did share;
while yon wild-flowers among,
chance led me there!
sweet to the op'ning day,
rosebuds bent the dewy spray;
such thy bloom! did i say,
phillis the fair.
down in a shady walk,
doves cooing were;
i mark'd the cruel hawk
caught in a snare:
so kind may fortune be,
such make his destiny,
he who would injure thee,
phillis the fair.