bush o'erhangs the thrush,
the spreading thorn the li.
thus ev'ry kind their pleasure find,
the savage and the tender;
some social join, and leagues bine,
some solitary wander:
avaunt, away! the cruel sway,
tyranni's dominion;
the sportsman's joy, the murd&# cry,
the flutt&#, gory pinion!
but, peggy dear, the ev'ning's clear,
thick flies the skimming swallow,
the sky is blue, the fields in view,
all fading-green and yellow:
e let us stray dsome way,
and view the charms of nature;
the rustling , the fruited thorn
Song Composed In August(2/3)