"A collection of new glees composed by John Sale, etc." London, c.1800.

Lyrics: Erasmus Darwin

Sweet echo, sleeps thy vocal shell
Where the high arch o'erhangs the dell,
While Tweed with sun-reflecting streams
Chequers thy rocks with dancing beams?
Here may no clamours harsh intrude,
No brawling hound or clarion rude;
Here no fell beast of midnight prowl,
And teach thy tortured cliffs to howl
Be thine to pour these vales along
Some artless shepherd's evening song;
While night's sweet bird from yon high spray
Responsive listens to his lay.
And if, like me, some love-lorn maid
Should sing her sorrows to thy shade,
O, sooth her breast, ye rocks around,
with softest sympathy of sound.