fragment,—damon and sylvia
tuhe tither morn.”
yon wandering rill that marks the hill,
and gnces o'er the brae, sir,
slides by a bower, where mony a flower
sheds fragran the day, sir;
there damon y, with sylvia gay,
to love they thought no crime, sir,
the wild birds sang, the ech,
while damon's heart beat time, sir.