ABSTRACT
A Shepherd's Boy (he seeks no better Name) Let forth his Flocks along the silver Thame, Where dancing Sun-beams on the Waters play'd, And verdant Alders form'd a quiv'ring Shade. Soft as he mourn'd, the Streams forgot to flow, 5 The Flocks around a dumb Compassion show, The Naiads wept in ev'ry Watry Bow'r, And Jove consented in a silent Show'r.
