THE FIRST PASTORAL
To Sir William Trumbal
FIRST in thesefields I try the sylvan strains,
Nor blush to sport on Windsor's blissful plains:
Fair Thames, flow gently from thy sacred spring,
While on thy banks Sicilian Muses sing;
Let vernal airs thro' trembling osiers play,
5And Albion's cliffs resound the rural lay.
You, that too wise for pride, too good for pow'r,
Enjoy the glory to be great no more,
And carrying with you all the world can boast,
To all the world illustriously are lost!
10O let my Muse her slender reed inspire,
Till in your native shadesyou tune the lyre:
Sir William Trumbal] Our Author's friendship with this gentleman
commenced at very unequal years; he was under sixteen, but Sir William
above sixty, and had lately resign'd his employment of Secretary of
State to King William. P.
12. in your native shades] Sir W. Trumbal was born in Windsor‐ forest, to which he retreated, after he had resigned the post of Secretary of State to King William III. P.