man with a shepherd's crook The Midsummer Wish.  

WAft me some soft and cooling Breeze  
To Windsor's shady kind Retreat.  
Where silvan streams, wide-spreading trees  
Repel the Dog star's raging hea●.  
Where ●u●●ed gr●●s, and mossy beds  
Afford a rural calm Repose.  
Where Woodbines hang their Dewy heads.  
And fragrant Sweets around disclose.   

Old Oozy-Thames that flows fast by  
Along the smiling Valley plays.  
His glossy Surface cheers the Eye,  
As thro' the flowery Mead he strays,  
His fertile Banks with herbage green,  
His Vales with golden Plenty swell.  
Where▪ e'er his purer Streams are seen,  
The Gods of health and pleasure dwell.   

Let me thy clear and yielding Wave  
With naked Arm once more divide.  
In thee my glowing Bosom lave,  
And stem thy gentle flowing tide.  
Lay me with Damask Roses crowned,  
Beneath some Ozier's dusky Shade.  
Where Water lilies paint the Ground,  
And bubbling Springs refresh the glad.   

Let chased Clarinda too be there,  
With Azure Mantle lightly dressed.  
Ye Nymphs bind up her silken hair,  
Ye Zephyrs fan her panting Breast.  
Oh! hast away fair Maid and bring  
The Muse, the only Friend to Love.  
To thee alone my Muse shall sing,  
And warble thro' the Vocal Grove.   
 woman with a shepherd's crook