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SUMMER.

ARGUMENT.

he subject proposed. Invocation. Address to Mr, Dodington. An introductory reflection on the motion of

the heavenly bodies : whence the succession of the seasons. As the face of Nature in this season is almost 'uniform, the progress of the poem is a description of a summer's day. The dann. Sun-rising. Hymn to the sun.

Summer insects described. Hay-making: Sheep-shearing. Noon-day. A woodland retreat. Group of herds und flocks. A solemn grove : how it affects a contemplative mind. cataract, and rude scene. View of the summer in the torrid zone. Storm of thunder and lightning. "A tale. The storm over, a serene afternoon. Bathing. Hour of walking.

Transition to the prospect of a rich well-cultivated country; which introduces a panegyric on Great Britain. Sun-set. Evening Night.

Summer meteors. A comet. The whole concluding with the praise of philosophy. FROM brightening fields of ether fair disclosed, | And thick around the woodland hymns arise. Child of the Sun, refulgent Summer comes, Roused by the cock, the soon-clad shepherd leaves In pride of youth, and felt through Nature's His mossy cottage, where with peace he dwells; depth:

And from the crowded fold, in order drives He comes attended by the sultry hours,

His flock to taste the verdure of the morn. And ever-fanning breezes, on his way;

Falsely luxurious, will not man awake, While, from his ardent look, the turning Spring and, springing from the bed of sloth, enjoy Averts his blushful face, and earth and skies, The cool, the fragrant, and the silent hour, All-siniling, to nis hot dominion leaves.

To meditation due and sacred song! Hence let me haste into the mid-wo shade, For is the aught in sleep can charm the wise ? Where scarce a sunbeam wanders through the To lie in dead oblivion, losing half gloom :

The fleeting moments of too short a life : And on the dark-green grass, beside the brink Total extinction of th' enlightend soul! Of haunted stream, that by the roots of oak

Or else to feverish vanity alive, Rolls o'er the rocky channel, lie at large,

Wilder'd, and tossing through distemper'd dreams And sing the glories of the circling year.

Who would in such a gloomy state remain Come, Inspiration! from thy hermit-seat, Longer than Nature craves ; when every muse By mortal seldom found : may Fancy dare,

And every blooming pleasure wait without, From thy fix'd serious eye, and raptured glance

To bless the wildly-devious morning walk? Shot on surrounding heaven, to steal one look

But yonder comes the powerful King of Day, Creative of the Poet, every power

Rejoicing in the east. The lessening cloud, Exalting to an ecstacy of soul.

The kindling azure, and the mountain's brow, And thou, my youthful Muse's early friend, Illumed with fluid gold, his near approach In whom the human graces all unite :

Betoken glad. Lo! now, apparent all, Pure light of mind, and tenderness of heart; Aslant the dew-bright earth, and colour'd air, Genius and wisdom; the gay social sense,

He looks in boundless majesty abroad; By decency chastised; goodness and wit,

And sheds the shining

day, that burnish'd plays In seldom-meeting harmony combined;

On rocks, and hills, and towers, and wandering Unblemish'd honour, and an active zeal

streams For Britain's glory, Liberty and Man:

High-gleaming from afar. Prime cheerer Light! O Dodington! attend my rural song,

Of all material beings first, and best ! Stoop to my theme, inspirit every line,

Efflux divine! Nature's resplendent robe ! And teach me to deserve thy just applause.

Without whose vesting beauty all were wrapp'd With what an awful world-revolving power In unessential gloom; and thou, O Sun ! Were first the unwieldy planets launch'd along Soul of surrounding worlds! in whom best seen Th' illimitable void ! thus to remain,

Shines out thy Maker! may I sing of thee? Amid the flux of many thousand years,

'Tis by thy secret, strong, attractive force, That oft has swept the toiling race of men,

As with a chain indissoluble bound, And all their labour'd monuments, away,

Thy system rolls entire ; from the far bourn Firm, unremitting, matchless in their course; Of utmost Saturn, wheeling wide his round To the kind-temper'd change of night and day, of thirty years : to Mercury, whose disk And of the seasons ever stealing round,

Can scarce be caught by philosophic eye, Minutely faithful : such th' all-perfect Hand ! Lost in the near effulgence of thy blaze. That poised, impels, and rules the steady whole. Informer of the planetary train ! When now no more th' alternate Twins are Without whose quickening glance their cumbrous fired,

Were brute unlovely mass, inert and dead, And Cancer reddens with the solar blaze,

And not, as now, the green abodes of life! Short is the doubtful empire of the night;

How many forms of being wait on thee; And soon, observant of approaching day,

Inhaling spirit; from the unfetter'd mind, The meek-eyed Morn appears, mother of dews, By thee sublimed, down to the daily race, At first faint-gleaming in the dappled east; The mixing myriads of thy setting beam. Till far o'er ether spreads the widening glow;

The vegetable world is also thine, And, from before the lustre of her face,

Parent of Seasons! who the pomp precede White break the clouds away. With quicken'd That waits thy throne, as through the vast domain, step,

Annual, along the bright ecliptic road, Brown Night retires: young Day pours in apace, In world-rejoicing state, it moves sublime. And opens all the lawny prospect wide.

Meantime, the expecting nations, circled gay The dripping rock, the mountain's misty top, With all the various tribes of foodful earth, Swell on the sight, and brighten with the dawn. Implore thy bounty, or send grateful up Blue, through the dusk, the smoking currents A common hymn: while, round thy beaming car, shine:

High seen, the Seasons lead, in sprightly dance And from the bladed field the fearful hare

Harmonious knit, the rosy-finger's Hours, Limps, awkward: while along the forest glade The Zephyrs floating loose, the timely Rains, The wild deer trip, and, often turning, gaze

Of bloom ethereal the light-footed Dews, At early passenger. Music awakes

And soften'd into joy the surly Storms. The native voice of undissembled joy;

These, in successive turn, with lavish hand,

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Shower every beauty, every fragrance shower, Drooping all night; and, when he warm returns, Herbs, flowers, and fruits; till, kindling at thy Points her enamour'd bosom to his ray. touch,

Home, from his morning task, the swain retreats; From land to lank 's flush'd the vernal year. His flock before him stepping to the fold: Nor to the surface of enliven'd earth,

While the full-udder'd mother lows around Graceful with hills and dales, and leafy woods, The cheerful cottage, then expecting food, Her liberal tresses, is thy force confined ;

The food of innocence and health! The daw, But, to the bowell'd cavern darting deep,

The rook, and magpie, to the gray-grown oaks The mineral kinds confess thy mighty power. That the calm village in their verdant arms, Effulgent, hence, the veiny marble shines;

Sheltering, embrace, direct their lazy flight; Hence Labour draws his tools, hence burnish'd War Where on the mingling boughs they sit embower'd, Gleams on the day : the nobler works of Peace All the hot noon, till cooler hours arise. Hence bless mankind, and generous Commerce Faint, underneath, the household fowls convene ; The round of nations in a golden chain.. [binds And in a corner of the buzzing shade,

The unfruitful rock itself, impregn'd by thee, The house-dog, with the vacant grey-hound, lies In dark retirement forms the lucid stone.

Out-stretch'd and sleepy. In his slumbers one The lively Diamond drinks thy purest rays,

Attacks the nightly thief, and one exults Collected light, compact; that, polish'd bright, O'er hill and dale; till, waken'd by the wasp, And all its native lustre let abroad,

They starting snap. Nor shall the Muse disdain Dares, as it sparkles on the fair one's breast, To let the little noisy summer-race With vain ambition emulate her eyes.

Live in her lay, and flutter through her song; At thee the Ruby lights its deepening glow,

Not mean though simple ; to the sun allied, And with a waving radiance inward flames; From him they draw their animating fire, From thee the Sapphire, solid ether, takes

Waked by his warmer ray, the reptile young Its hue cerulean; and, of evening tinct,

Come wing'd abroad; by the light air upborne, The purple-streaming Amethyst is thine.

Lighter, and full of soul. From every chink, With thy own smile the yellow Topaz burns;

And secret corner, where they slept away
Nor deeper verdure dyes the robe of Spring, The wintry storms; or rising from their tombs,
When first she gives it to the southern gale, To higher life; by myriads, forth at once,

Than the green Emerald shows. But all combined Swarming they pour; of all the varied hues
Thick through the whitening Opal play thy beams; Their beauty-beaming parent can disclose.
Or, flying several from its surface, form

Ten thousand forms! ten thousand different tribes A trembling variance of revolving hues,

People the blaze. To sunny waters some As the site varies in the gazer's hand.

By fatal instinct fly; where on the pool The very dead creation, from thy touch

They, sportive, wheel; or sailing down the stream, Assumes a mimic life. By thee refined,

Are snatch'd immediate by the quick-eyed trout, In brighter mazes the reluctant stream

Or darting salmon. Through the green-wood glade Plays o'er the mead. The precipice abrupt, Some love to stray; there lodged, amused, and fed Projecting horror on the blacken'd flood,

In the fresh leaf. Luxurious, others make Softens at thy return. The desert joys

The meads their choice, and visit every flower, Wildly, through all his melancholy bounds.

And every latent herb; for the sweet task, Rude ruins glitter; and the briny deer,

To propagate their kinds, and where to wrap, Seen from some pointed promontory's top,

In what soft beds, their young yet undisclosed, Far to the blue horizon's utmost verge,

Employs their tender care. Some to the house, Restless, reflects a floating gleam. But this, The fold, and dairy, hungry, bend their flight; And all the much-transported Muse can sing, Sip round the pail, or taste the curdling cheese : Are to thy beauty, dignity, and use,

Oft, inadvextent, from the milky stream Unequal far: great delegated source

They meet their fate; or weltering in the bowl, Of light, and life, and grace, and joy below! With powerless wings around them wrapp'd, expire. How shall I then attempt to sing of Him

But chief to heedless flies the wirdow proves Who, Light Himself, in uncreated light

A constant death; where, gloomily retired, Invested deep, dwells awfully retired

The villain spider lives, cunning and fierce,
From mortal eye, or angel's purer ken ?

Mixture abhorr'd! Amid a mangled heap
Whose single smile has, from the first of time, Of carcasses, in eager watch he sits,
Fill'd overflowing, all those lamps of heaven, O'erlooking all his waving snares around.
That beam for ever through the boundless sky:

Near the dire cell the dreadless wanderer oft
But, should he hide his face, the astonish'd sun, Passes; as oft the ruffian shows his front.
And all the extinguish'd stars, would loosening reel The prey at last ensnared, he dreadful darts,
Wide from their spheres, and Chaos come again. With rapid glide, along the leaning line;

And yet was every faltering tongue of Man, And, fixing in the wretch his cruel fangs, Almighty Father! silent in thy praise,

Strikes backward grimly pleased: the fluttering wing Thy works themselves would raise a general voice;

And shriller sound declare extreme distress, Even in the depth of solitary woods,

And ask the helping hospitable hand. By human foot untrod, proclaim thy power,

Resounds the living surface of the ground: And to the quire celestial Thee resound,

Nor undelightful is the ceaseless hum, The eternal cause, support, and end of all!

To him who muses through the wood at noon. To me be Nature's volume broad display'd; Or drowsy shepherd as he lies reclined, And to peruse its all-instructing page,

With half-shut eyes, beneath the floating shade Or, haply catching inspiration thence,

Of willows gray, close-crowding o'er the brook. Some easy passage, raptured, to translate,

Gradual, from these what numerous kinds deAly sole delight; as through the falling glooms

scend, Pensive I stray, or with the rising dawn

Evading even the microscopic eye! On Fancy's eagle wing excursive soar.

• Full Nature swarms with life: one wondrous mass Now, flaming up the heavens, the potent sun Of animals, or atoms organized Melts into limpid air the high-raised clouds, Waiting the vital breath, when Parent Heaven And morning fogs, that hover'd round the hills Shall bid his spirit blow. The hoary fen, In party-colour'a bands; till wide unveil'd

In putrid streams, emits the living cloud The face of Nature shines, from where earth seems, Of pestilence. Through subterranean cells, Far-stretch'd around, to meet the bending sphere. Where searching sun-beams scarce can find a way, Half in a blush of clustering roses lost,

Earth animated heaves. The flowery leaf Dew-dropping Coolness to the shade retires; Wants not its soft inhabitants. Secure There, on the verdant turf, or flowery bed,

Within its winding citadel the stone By gelid founts and careless rills to muse;

Holds multitudes. But chief the forest-boughs, While tyrant Heat, dispreading through the sky, That dance unnumber'd to the playful breeze, With rapid sway, his burning influence darts The downy orchard, and the melting pulp On man, and beast, and herb, and tepid stream. Of mellow fruit, the nameless nations teed Who can unpitying see the flowery race,

Of evanescent insects. Where the pool Shed by the morn, their new-flush'd bloom resign, Stands mantled o'er with green, invisible Before the parching beam? So fade the fair, Amid the floating verdure millions stray. When fevers revel through their azure veins. Each liquid too, whether it pierces, sooths, But one, the lofty follower of the sun,

Inflames, refreshes, or exalts the taste, Sad when he sets, shuts up her yellow leaves, With various forms abounds. Nor is the stream

Of purest crystal, nor the lucid air,

Shines o'er the rest, the pastoral queen, and rays Though one transparent vacancy it seems,

Her smiles, sweet-beaming, on her shepherd king; Void of their unseen people. These conceal'd While the glad circle round them yield their souls By the kind art of forming Heaven, escape

To festive mirth, and wit that knows no gall. The grosser eye of man : for, if the worlds

Meantime their joyous task goes on apace: In worlds enclosed should on his senses burst, Some, mingling, stir the melted tar, and some, From cates ambroisal, and the nectar'd howl, Deep on the new-shorn vagrant's heaving side, He would abhorrent turn; and in dead night, To stamp his master's cipher ready stand: When silence sleeps o'er all, be stunn'd with noise. Others th' unwilling wether drag along; Let no presuming impious railer tax

And, glorying in his might, the sturdy boy Creative Wisdom, as if aught was form'd

Holds by the twisted horns th' indignant ram, In vain, or not for admirable ends.

Bebold, where bound, and of its robe bereft Shall little haughty Ignorance pronounce

By needy man, that all-depending lord, His works unwise, of which the smallest part How meek, how patient the mild creature lies! Exceeds the narrow vision of her mind ?

What softness in its melancholy face, As if upon a full-proportion'd dome,

What dumb-complaining innocence appears ! On swelling columns heaved, the pride of art, Year not, ye gentle tribes, 'tis not the knife A critic-fly, whose feeble ray scarce spreads Of horrid Slaughter that is o'er you waved ; An inch around, with blind presumption bald, No, 'tis the tender swain's well-guided shears, Should dare to tax the structure of the whole. Who having now, to pay his annual care, And lives the man, whose universal eye

Borrow'd your fleece, to you a cumberous load, Has swept at once th'unbounded scheme of things; Will send you bounding to your hills again. Mark'd their dependance so, and firm accord, A simple scene! Yet hence Britannia sees As with unfaltering accent to conclude

Her solid grandeur rise : hence she commands That this availeth nought? Has any seen

Th'exalted stores of every brighter clime : The mighty chain of beings, lessening down

The treasures of the sun, without his rage : From infinite perfection to the brink

Hence fervent all with culture, toil and arts, Of dreary nothing, desolate abyss !

Wide glows her land : her dreadful thunder hence From which astonish'd thought, recoiling, turns ? Rides o'er the waves sublime, and now, even now, Till then, alone let zealous praise ascend,

Impending hangs o'er Gallia's humbled coast : And hymns of holy wonder, to that Power,

Hence rules the

circling deep, and awes the world. Whose wisdom shines as lovely on our minds,

'Tis raging noon; and, vertical, the sun As on our smiling eyes his servant-sun.

Darts on the head direct his forceful rays. Thick in yon stream of light, a thousand ways, O'er heaven and earth, far as the ranging eye Upward, and downward, thwarting, and convolved, Can sweep, a dazzling deluge reigns, and all The quivering nations sport; till, tempest-wing'd, From pole to pole is undistinguish'd blaze. Fierce Winter sweeps them from the face of day. In vain the sight, dejected to the ground, Even so luxurious men unheeding pass,

Stoops for relief: ther.ce hot-ascending streams An idle summer-life in fortune's shine,

And keen reflection pain. Deep to the root A season's glitter! Thus they flutter on

Of vegetation parch'd,

the cleaving fields From toy to toy, from vanity to vice;

And Slippery lawn an arid hue disclose, Till, blown away by death, oblivion comes

Blast fancy's bloom, and wither even the soul. Behind, and strikes them from the book of life. Echo no more returns the cheerful sound

Now swarms the village o'er the jovial mead: Of sharpening sithe; the mower, sinking, heaps The rustic youth, brown with meridian toil, O'er him the humid hay, with flowers perfumed : Healthful and strong; full as the summer-rose, And scarce a chirping grasshopper is heard Blown by prevailing suns, the ruddy maid,

Through the dumb mead. Distressful Nature pants. Half-naked, swelling on the sight, and all

The very streams look languid from afar; Her kindled graces burning o'er her cheek. Or, through th' unshelter'd glade, impatient seem Even stooping age is here; and infant hands

To hurl into the covert of the grove. Trail the long rake, or with the fragrant load

All-conquering Heat, oh intermit thy wrath! O'ercharged, amid the kind oppression roll. And on my throbbing temples potent thus Wide flies the tedded grain; all in a row

Beam not so fierce! Incessant still you flow, Advancing broad, or wheeling round the field, And still another fervent tlood succeeds, They spread their breathing harvest to the sun, Pour'd on the head profuse. In vain I sigh, That throws refreshful round a rural smell :

And restless turn, and look around for night Or, as they rake the green-appearing ground, Night is far off; and hotter hours approach. And drive the dusky wave along the mead,

Thrice happy he! who on the sunless side The rasset haycock rises thick behind,

Of a romantic mountain, forest-crovn'd, In order gay:

While heard from dale to dale, Beneath the whole collected shade reclines: Waking the breeze, resounds the blended voice Or in the gelid caverns, woodbine-wrought, Of happy labour, love, and social glee.

And fresh bedew'd with ever-spouting streams, Or rushing thence, in one diffusive band, Sits coolly calm : while all the world without, They drive the troubled flocks, by many a dog Unsatisfied, and sick, tosses in noon. Compell'd, to where the mazy-running brook

Emblem instructive of the virtuous man, Forms the deep pool; this bank abrupt and high, Who keeps his temper'd mind serene, and pure, And that fair spreading in a pebbled shore.

And every passion aptly harmonized, Urged to the giddy brink, much is the toil,

Amid a jarring world with vice inflamed. The clamour much, of men, and boys, and dogs, Welcome, ye shades! Ye bowery thickets, hail : Ere the soft fearful people to the flood

Ye lofty pines ! ye venerable oaks ! Commit their woolly sides. And oft the swain, Ye ashes wild, resounding o'er the steep! On some impatient seizing, hurls them in:

Delicious is your shelter to the soul, Embolden'd then, nor hesitating more,

As to the hunted hart the sallying spring, Fast, fast, they plunge amid the flashing wave, Or stream full-flowing, that his swelling sides And, panting, labour to the farthest shore:

Laves, as he floats along the herbaged brink. Repeated this, till deep the well-wash'd fleece Cool thro' the nerves your pleasing comfort glides; Has drunk the flood, and from his lively haunt The heart beats glad; the fresh-expanded eye The trout is banish'd by the sordid stream;

And ear resume their watch; the sinews knit, Heavy, and dripping, to the breezy brow

And life shoots swift through all the lighten'd limbs. Slow move the harmless race; where, as they spread Around th' adjoining brook, that purls along Their swelling treasures to the sunny ray,

The vocal grove, now fretting o'er a rock, Inly disturb'd, and wondering what this wild Now scarcely moving through a reedy pool, Outrageous tumult means, their loud complaints Now starting to a sudden stream, and now The country fill: and, toss'd from rock to rock, Gently diffused into a limpid plain; Incessant bleatings run around the hills.

A various group the herds and flocks compose; At last, of snowy white, the gather'd flocks

Rural confusion ! On the grassy bank Are in the wattled pen innumerous pressid, Some ruminating lie; while others stand Head above head : and ranged in lusty rows,

Half in the flood, aná often bending sip The shepherds sit, and whet the sounding shears, The circling surface. In the middle droope The housewife waits to roll her fleecy stores, The strong laborions ox, with honest front, With all her gay-dress'd maids attending round, Which incomposed he shakes; and from his sides One, chief in gracious dignity enthroned,

The troublous insects lashes with his tail,

(back,

Returning still. Amid his subjects safe,

Believe the Muse: the wintry blast of death Slumbers the monarch swain; his careless arm, Kills not the buds of virtue; no, they spread, Thrown round his head, on downy moss sustain'd: Beneath the heavenly beam of brighter suns, Here laid his scrip, with wholesome viands fiud; Through endless ages, into higher powers. There, listening every noise, his watchful dog. Thus up they mount, in airy vision wrapp'd,

Light fiy his slumbers, if perchance a flight I stray, regardless whither; till the sound Of argry gadflies fasten on the herd;

Of a near fall of water every sense That startling scatters from the shallow brook Wakes from the charm of thought : swift shrinking In search of lavish stream. Tossing the foam, I check my steps, and view the broken scene. They scorn the keeper's voice, and scour the plain, Smooth to the shelving brink a copious flood Through all the bright severity of noon;

Rolls fair and placid; where collected all
While, from their labouring breasts, a hollow moan In one impetuous torrent, down the steep
Proceeding, runs low-bellowing round the hills. It thundering shoots, and shakes the country round.

Oft in this season too the horse, provoked, At first an azure sheet, it rushes broad;
While his big sinews full of spirit swell,

Then whitening by degrees, as prone it falls, Trembling with vigour, in the heat of blood, And from the loud-resounding rocks below Springs the high fence; and, o'er the field effused, Dash'd in a cloud of foam, it sends aloft Darts on the gloomy flood with steadfast eye, A hoary mist, and forms a ceaseless shower. And heart estranged to fear: his nervous chest, Nor can the tortured wave here find repose : Luxuriant, and erect, the seat of strength, (thirst : But, raging still amid the shaggy rocks, Bears down th' opposing stream: quenchless his Now flashes o'er the scatter'd fragments, now He takes the rivers at redoubled draughts;

Aslant the hollow'd channel rapid darts; And, with wide nostrils, snorting, skims the wave. And falling fast from gradual slope to slope,

Still let me pierce into the midnight depth With wild infracted course, and lessen'd roar, Of yonder grove, of wildest, largest growth;

It gains a safer bed, and steals, at last, That, forming high in air a woodland quire, Along the mazes of the quiet vale. Nods o'er the mount beneath. At every step,

Invited from the cliff, to whose dark brow Solemn and slow, the shadows blacker fall,

He clings, the steep-ascending eagle soars, And all is awful listening gloom around.

With upward pinions, thropgh the flood of day, These are the haunts of meditation, these And, giving full his bosom to the blaze, The scenes, where ancient bards th' inspiring breath Gains on the sun; while all the tuneful race, Ecstatic, felt; and, from this world retired, Smit by afflictive noon, disorder'd droop, Conversed with angels, and immortal forms, Deep in the thicket; or, from bower to bower On gracious errands bent: to save the fall

Responsive, force an interrupted strain. Of virtue struggling on the brink of vice;

The stock-dove only through the forest cooes, In waking whispers, and repeated dreams,

Mournfully hoarse; oft ceasing from his plaint, To hint pure thought, and warn the favour'd soul Short interval of weary wo! Again For future trials fated to prepare;

The sad idea of his murder'd mate, To prompt the poet, who devoted gives

Struck from his side by savage fowler's guile, His Mese to better themes; to sooth the pangs Across his fancy comes; and then resounds

dying worth, and from the patriot's breast A louder song of sorrow through the grove. Backward to mingle in detested war,

Beside the dewy border let me sit, But foremost when engaged) to turn the death; All in the freshness of the humid air: And numberless such offices of love,

There in that hollow'd rock, grotesque and wild, Daily, and nightly, zealous to perform.

And ample chair moss-lined, and over-head Shook sudden from the bosom of the sky,

By flowering umbrage shaded; where the bee A thousand shapes or glide athwart the dusk, Strays diligent, and with th' extracted balm Or stalk majestic on. "Deep-roused I feel

Of fragrant woodbine loads his little thigh. A sacred terror, a severe delight,

Now, while I taste the sweetness of the shade, Creep thro' my mortal frame; and thus, methinks, While Nature lies around deep-lull'd in noon, A voice, than human more, th' abstracted ear Now come, bold Fancy, spread a daring flight Of fancy strikes : Be not of us afraid,

And view the wonders of the torrid zone: Poor kindred man! thy fellow-creatures we

Climes unrelenting! with whose rage compared, From the same Parent-Power our beings drew, Yon blaze is feeble, and yon skies are cool. The same our Lord, and laws, and great pursuit. See, how at once the bright effulgent sun, Once some of us, like thee, through stormy life Rising direct, swift chases from the sky Toil'd, tempest-beaten, ere we could attain

The short-lived twilight; and with ardent Haze This holy calm, this harmony of mind,

Looks gaily fierce through all the dazzling air; Where purity and peace immingle charms.

He mounts his throne : but kind before him sends, Then fear not us; but, with responsive song Issuing from out the portals of the morn, Amid these dim recesses, undisturb'd

The general breeze, to mitigate his fire, By noisy folly, and discordant vice,

And breathe refreshment on a fainting world. Of Nature sing with us, and Nature's God.

Great are the scenes, with dreadful beauty crown'd Here, frequent, at the visionary hour,

And barbarous wealth, that see, each circling year, When musing midnight reigns, or silent noon, Returning suns and double seasonst pass : Angelic harps are in full concert heard,

Rocks rich in gems, and mountains big with mines, And voices chanting from the wood-crown'd hill, That on the high equator ridgy rise The deepening dale, or inmost sylvan glade : Whence many a bursting stream auriferous plays : A privilege bestow'd by us, alone,

Majestic woods of every vigorous green, On contemplation, or the hallow'd ear

Stage above stage, high waving o'er the hills
Of poet, swelling to seraphic strain.'

Or to the far horizon wide diffused,
And art thou, Stanley,* of that sacred band ? A boundless deep immensity of shade.
Alas! for us too soon! Though raised above Here lofty trees to ancient song unknown,
The reach of huinan pain, above the flight

The noble sons of potent heat and floods
Of human joy; yet with a mingled ray,

Prone-rushing from the clouds, rear high to heaven Of sadly-pleased remembrance, must thou feel Their thorny stems, and broad around them throw A mother's love, a mother's tender wo:

Meridian gloom. Here, in eternal prime,
Who seeks thee still, in many a former scene; Unnumber'd fruits, of keen delicious taste
Seeks thy fair form, thy lovely-beaming eyes, And vital spirit, drink amid the cliffs,
Thy pleasing converse, by gay lively sense

And burning sands that bank the shrubby vales, Inspired, where moral wisdom mildly shone, Redoubled day; yet in their rugged coats Without the toil of art, and virtue glow'd

A friendly juice to cool its rage contain.
In all her smiles, without forbidding pride.
But, I thou best of parents; wipe thy tears ;
Or rather to parental nature pay

• Which blows constantly between the tropics The tears of grateful joy, who for a while

from the east, or the collateral points, the north-east Lent thee this younger self, this opening bloom and south-east: caused by the pressure of the Of thy enlighten'd mind and gentle worth.

rarefied air on that before it, according to the diurnal motion of the sun from east to west.

+ In all climates between the tropics, the sun, as •A young lady, well known to the Author, who he passes and repasses in his annual motion, is died at the age of eighteen, in the year 1738. twice a year vertical, which produces this effect.

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