...my Sweets Of Medford's flow'ry Vales, and green Retreats, Your absent Delia to her Father sends, And prays to see him 'ere the Summer ends. Now while the Earth's with beautious Verdure dy'd, And Flora paints the Meads in all her Pride; While leaden trees Pomonia's Bounty own, And Ceres' Treasures do the Fields adorn, From the thick Smokes, and noisy Town, O come, And in these Plains awhile for...