GUARINI’ S PASTOR FIDO.

By Amos Bronson Alcott

Auspicious morn, com’ st opportune, unbought?

Bring’ st thou glad furtherance in thy rosy train?

Speed then, my chariot, following fast my thought,

And distance on thy track the lumbering wain,

O’ er plain and hillock nearing her abode,

The goal of expectation, fortune’ s road,—

The maiden waits to greet with courtesy

Her bashful guest, while stranger yet is he:

From friendly circle at the city’ s Court

She’ s come to cull the flowers, to toy and play

With prattling childhood, love’ s delightful sport;

Its smile call forth, to scent the new-mown hay,

Enjoy the wholesome laughter, simple mien,

Of country people in this rural scene.