Edward Lovibond (1724–1775)

O YOU, who mark what flowrets gay,

What gales, what odours breathing near,

What sheltering shades from summer’s ray

Allure my spring to linger here.

You see me quit this margin green,

Yet see me deaf to pleasure’s call,

Explore the thirsty haunts of men,

Yet see my bounty flow for all.

O learn of me—no partial rill,

No slumbering selfish pool be you;

But social laws alike fulfil;

O flow for all creation too!