S SCRANNEL pipe, of scanty tone,
Yield the prize, and yield it due—
Pan, if here, must surely own
From thee no heavenly rapture grew—
Thine's the frolic to advance
Rustic joy, and rustic dance.—
Merry glee, in many a round
Tripping o'er the daisied ground,
Prais'd thy note, while rival feet
Strove thy movements fast to meet.—