POLLIO:
AN
ODE.
I.The peaceful Evening breathes her balmy store,The playful School-boys wanton o'er the Green;Where spreading Poplars shade the Cottage Door,The Villagers in rustic joy convene.
II.Amid the secret Windings of the Wood,With solemn Meditation let me stray;This is the Hour, when, to the Wise and Good,The heavenly Maid repays the Toils of Day.
