ROBERT EARL OF HOLDERNESSE, BARON D'ARCY, MENIL AND CONYERS, LORD WARDEN OF HIS MAJESTY'S CINQUE PORTS, AND GOVERNOR OF DOVER CASTLE. SONNET. 'ARCY, to thee, whate'er of happier vein, D'A Smit with the love of Song, my youth effay'd, This verse devotes from ASTON's fecret fhade, Where letter'd Ease, thy gift, endears the scene. Here, as the light-wing'd moments glide ferene, I weave the bower, around the tufted mead In careless flow the fimple pathway lead, And ftrew with many a rose the shaven green. So, to deceive my folitary days, With rural toils ingenuous arts I blend, Secure from envy, negligent of praise, Yet not unknown to fame, if D'ARCY lend His wonted smile to dignify my lays, The Muse's Patron, but the Poet's Friend. May 12, 1763. W. MASON. |