John of Badenyon, or, A man in search of a friend/The Happy Shepherd
The HAPPY SHEPHERD.
AS Celia near a fountain lay,
her eye-lids clos'd to ſleep,
The ſhepherd Damon chanc'd that way,
to drive his flock of ſheep.
With awful ſteps he 'pproacht the fair,
to view her charining face,
Where ev'ry feature wore an air,
and every part a grace.
His heart enflam'd with am'rous pain,
then wiſht the nymph would wake,
But ne'er before was any ſwain,
ſo unprepar'd to ſpeak.
As ſlumbering thus fair Celia lay,
ſoft wiſhes fill'd her mind,
She cry'd, Young Damon come away,
for now I will be kind.
Damon embrac'd the lucky hit,
he flew into her arms:
He took her in the yielding fit,
and rifled all her charms.
F I N I S.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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