The dancing pair that simply sought renown,<br>By holding out to tire each other down;<br>The swain mistrustless of his smutted face,<ve>While secret laughter titter'd round the place;<br>The bashful virgin's side-long looks of love,<br>The matrons glance that would those looks reprove:<br>These were thy charms, sweet village; sports like these,<Br>With sweet succession, taught e'en toil to please;<br>These were thy bowers their cheerful influence shed,<br>These were thy charms -- but all these charms are fled.