University of Virginia Library

TO THE LARK.

O little harbinger of day,
Who welcomest the blushing light!
With glee I list thy cheerful lay,
Sweet recompence for dreary night.
O'er fair Astræa's rosy bow'r,
Go, tuneful sprite, and wave thy wing;
Go, charm Astræa's morning hour,
To her thy choicest ditties sing.
For, if thou please that peerless queen,
Thrice lucky were thy little voice;
For when Astræa gladde is seen,
Her smile doth all the world rejoice.