ON READING AN ELEGY WRITTEN BY HER ON THE SEARCH OF HAPPINESS

To seek the lovely nymph you sing,
 I've wander'd many a weary mile,
From grove to grove, from spring to spring;
 If here or there she deign'd to smile.

Nay, what I now must blush to say,
 For sure it hap'd in evil hour;
I once so far mistook my way,
 To seek her in the haunts of power.

How should success my search betide,
 When still so far I wander'd wrong?
For Happiness, on Arrowe's side,
 Was listening to Maria's song.

Delighted thus with you to stay,
 What hope have I the nymph to see;
Unless you cease your magic lay,
 Or bring her in your arms to me?