But since we must thro' distant regions go,Why was not the same way design'd for two?One single care determined still for both,And the kind virgin join'd the loving youth?Then should I think it pleasant way to goOe'r Alpine frost, and trace the hills of snow;Then should I dare to view the horrid moors,And walk the deserts of the Libyan shores;Hear Scylla bark, and see Charybdis rave,Suck in and vomit out the threat'ning wave;Fearless through all I'd steer my feeble barge,Secure, and safe with the celestial charge,But now, though here my grateful fields affordChoice fruits to cheer their malancholy lord;Though here obedient streams the gard'ner leads,In narrow channels through my flow'ry beds;The poplars rise, and spread a shady grove,Where I might lie, my little life improve,And spend my minutes 'twixt a muse and love:Yet these contributes little to my ease,