Scarce had the rising sun appear'd

Scarce had the rising sun appear'd

To gild the dawning day,

When in a neighb'ring grove I heard

A murm'ring voice to say,

"Be kind, sweet nymph, since heav'n affords

Conveniences and place;"

He had as prevalent charm in his words,

As she had in her face.

Beauty to pleasing flatteries must yield,

Tho' the first conquers, yet these win the field.