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And fruity, and Row'rs, un nature's ample lap? The moist'ving current, and prolific rain.
Swift fancy fir'd anticipates their growth; But who tbeir virtues cau declare? who pierce
And, while the milky nutriment distils, With vision pure, into these secret stores
Beholds the kiudling country colour round. Of health, and life, and joy? the food of nan,

Thus all day long the full distended clouds While yet he lived in innocence, and told Indulge their genial blures, and well shower'd. A length of golden years, unflesh'd in blood; earth

A stranger to the savage aris ut life, Is deep enrich'd with vegetable life;

Death, rapiue, carnage, surfeit, and disease; Till, in the western sky, the downward sun The lord, and not the tyrant of the world. Looks out effulgent, from amid the flush The first fresh dawn theu wak'd the gladden'd Of brokeo clouds, gay-shifting to his beam. The rapid radiance instantaneous strikes Of uncorrupted man, nor blush'd to see Th' illumin'd mountain, through the forest The sluggard sleep beneath its sacred beam, streams,

For their light sluinbers geutly fum d away ; Shakes on the floods, and in a yellow mist, And up they rose as vig'rous as the sun, Far smoking o'er tl'interminable plain, Or to the culture of the willing glebe, In twinkling myriads lights the dewy gems. Or tu the cheerful teudance of the fluck. Moist, briglot, and green, the landscape laughs Meautine the soog weut round; and dance and around.

sport, Full swell the woods; their ev'ry music wakes, | Wisdom, and friendly talk, successive, stole Mix'd io wild concert with the warbling bruuks Their hours away. While iu the rosy vale lucreas'd, the distant bleatiugs of the bills, Lure breath'd h.s infaut siglis from anguish Aud hollow lows responsive from the vales,

free. Whence, blending all, the sweeteu'd zephyr | And full replete with bliss ; save the sweet pain, spriugs.

That, inly thrilling, but exalts it more. Meantime, refracted from yon eastern cloud, Nor yet jujurious act, por surly deed, Bestriding earth, the grand ethereal bow Wus known among those happy suns of hear'n; Shoots up immeuse, and ev'ry bue uufulds, For reasou and benevolence were law. lu fair proportion running from the red, Harmonious nature too look'd siuiling on. To where the violet fades into the sky.

Clear shone the skies, cool'd with eterual gules, Here, awful Newton, the dissolving clouds And balmy spirit all. The youthful sun Form, fronting on the sun, thy shuw'ry prism; Shut his best rays; and still the gracious clonde Aud, to the sage instructed eye, unfold Dropp'd fatness down); as v'er the swelling The various twine of light, by thee disclos'd

mead From the white mingling maze. Not so the boy: The herds aud Rocks, commixing, play'd secure. He wond'ring views the bright euchantment This when, emergent from the gloomy woud, bend,

The glaring lion saw, his horrid heart Delightful, o'er the radiant fields, and runs Was meeken'd, and be juiu'd his sullen joy, To catch the falling glory; but amaz'd For music held the whole iu perfect peace : Beholds th'amusive arch before him fly, Suft sighid the flute; the teuder vuice was Then vauish quite away. Still night succeeds, heard, A soften'd shade, aud saturated earth

Warbling the varied beart; the woodlando Awaits the morning beam, to give to light,

rouud Rais'l through teu thousand dif'rent plastic Apply'd their quire; and winds and waters tubes,

fluw'd The balmy treasures of the former day. In consonance. Such were those prime of days.

Then spring the living herbs, profusely wild, But now those white unblewish'd manners, O'er all the deep-green earth, beyond the pow'r whence Of botanist to number up their tribes : The fabliug poets took tbeir golden age, Whether be steals along the lonely dale, Are found no more amid these iron times, In silent search; or through the forest, rank These dregs of live! Now the distemper'd mind With what the dull incurious weeds account, Has lost that coucord of harmonious pow'rs, Bursts his bliud way; or climbs the mouutain Which forms the soul of happiness; and all rock,

Is off the poise withiu; the passions all Fir’d by the nodding verdure of its brow, Have burst their bounds; and reason, balf. With such a lib'rat hand has uature dung

extinct, Their seeds abroad, blowu them about in wjuds, or impotent, or else approving, sees lapuw'rous mix'd then with the nursing | Tbe foul disorder. Senscless and deformid, mould,

Convulsive anger storms at large; or, pale


And silent, settles into feil revenge ;

And yet the wholesome berb neglected dies; Base envy withers at another's joy,

Though with the pure exhilarating soal Aud hates that excellence it cannot reach. Of nutriment and health, and vital pow'rs, Desponding fear, of lecble fancies full, Beyond the search of art, 'tis copious blest. Weak and unmanly, loosens ev'ry pow'r, For, with hot ravin fir'd, ensanguin'd mau E'en love itself is bitterness of soul,

Is now become the lion of the plain, A pensive anguish, piving at the heart; And worse. Tbe wolf, who from the nightly Or, smuk to sordid int'rests, feels vo more

fold That noble wish, that never-cloy'd desire, Fierce drags the bleating prey, pe'er dronk her, which, seltish joy disdaining, secks alone

milk, To bless the dearer object of its flame. Nor wore her warming fleece: nor has the steer, Hope sickens with extravagance; and grief, At whose strong chest the deadly tiger hangs, Of life impatient, into madness swells, E er plough'd for him. They too are temperd Or in dead silence wastes the wecping hours.

high, These, and a thousand mix'd emotions more, With hunger stung and wild necessity, From ever-changing views of good and ill Nor lodges pity in their shaggy breast. Form'd infinitely various, vex the mind But inan, whom nature form'd of milder clay, With endless storm; whence, decply-rankling, With ev'ry kind einotion in his heart, grows

And taught alone to weep; while from her lap The partial thought, a listless unconcern, She pours ten thousand delicacies, berbs, Cold and averting from our neighbour's good; And fruits, as pum'rous as the drops of rain, Then dark disgust, and hatred, winding wiles, | Or beams that give them birth : shall he, fair Coward deceit, and ruffian violence :

form ! At last, extinct each social feeling, fell Who wears sweet smiles, and looks erect on And joyless inhumanity pervades

heav'n, And petrifies the heart. Nature disturbid, E'er stoop to mingle with the prowling herd, Is decw'd, vindictive, to bave chang'd her And dip bis tongue in gore! The beast of prey,

Blood-stain'd, deserves to bleed; but you, se Hence in old dusky time a deluge came:

flocks, When the deep cleft dis parting orb, that arch'd What have you done ye peaceful people, what, The central waters round, impetuous rush'd, To merit death? you who have given us milk With universal burst, into the gulf;

In luscious streams, and lent us your own coat And v'er the higli pild hills of fractur'd earth Against the winter's cold. And the plain ox, Wide dash'd the waves in undulation vast; That harmless, honest, guileless animal, Till, from the centre to the streaming clouds, iu what has he offended? be, whose toil, A shoreless ocean tumbled round the globe. Patient, and ever ready, clothes the land

The seasons since have, with severer sway, With all the pomp of harvest; shall be bleed, Oppress'd a broken world : the Winter keen And struggling groan beneath the cruel hands Shouk forth bis waste of snows; and Summer E'en of the clown he feeds ? and that, perhaps, shot

To swell the riot of th’autumnal feast His pestilential heats. Great Spring, before, Won by his labour ? Thus the feeling heart Green'd all the year : and fruits and blossoms | Would tenderly suggest: but 'tis enough, blusbid

In this late age, adventurous to have touch'd In social sweetness on the self same bough. Light on the numbers of the Samian sage : Pure was the temp'rate air ; an even calm High Heav'ı forbids the bold presumptuous Perpetual reiçu'd, save what the zephyrs bland strain, Breithid o'er the blue expanse; for then nor Whose wisest will has fix'd us in a state storms

That must not yet 10 pure perfectiou rise. Were taught to blow, por hurricanes to rage ; Now, when the first foul torrent of the brooks, Sound slept the waters: no sulphureons glooms Swell'd with the vernal rains, is ebb'd away; Swelld in the sky, and sent the lightning fortb; And, whitning, down their mossy-tinciurd While sickly damps, and cold autumnal fogs,

stream Hong not, relaxing, on the springs of life. Descends the billowy foam; now is the time, But now of turbid elements the sport, While yet the dark brown water aids the guile, From clear to cloudy tost, from heat to cold, To tempt the trout. The well-dissembled fly, And dry to moist, with inward-eating change, | The rod fine tap ring with elastic spring, Our drooping days have dwindled down to | Snatch'd from the hoary steed the floating live, nought,

And all thy slender wat'ry stores prepare. Their periud finish'd ere 'tis well begun. But let not on thy book the tortur'd worm

Convulsive twist in agonizing folels :

Thus pass the temp'rate hours; but when Which, by rapacious hunger swallow'd deep,

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[clouds, Gives, as you tear it froin the bleeding breast Shakes from bis poon-day throne t'e scalt'ring Of the weak, hapless, uncomplaining wretch, E'en slooting listicss languor througb the Harsh paiu and horror to the tender hand.

deeps; When with bis lively ray the potent sun Then seek the bank wbere flow'ring elders Has piered the streams, and rous'd the finny crowd, race,

Where, scatter'd wild, the lily of tbe vale Then, issuing cheerful, to thy sport repair ; Its balmy essence breathes, wherecowslips hang Chief should the western breezes curling play, | The dewy bead, where purple violets lurk, And light o'er ether bear the shadowy clonds, With all the lowly children of the shade: Higb to their fount, this day, amid the hills, Or lie recliu'd beveath yon spreading ash, And woodlands warbling round, trace up the Hung ver the steep ; whence, borue un liquid brooks;

wing, The next pursue their rocky channel'd maze, The sounding culver shonts, or where the hawk, Down to the river, in whose ample wave High in the beetling clifi' his aery builds. Their little vaiads love to spert åt large. There let the classic page thy fancy lead Just in the dubious point, where with the pool | Through ruralscenes, such as the Mantua swain Is mix'd-the trembling stream, or where it boils | Paints iu the matchless harmony of song. Around the stone, or from the hollow'd bank Or catch thyself the laudscape, gliding swift Reverted plays io audulating flow;

Athwart imagination's visid eye: There throw, vice judging, the delusive fly; Or by the vocal woods and waters lull'd, And as you lead it round in artful curve, And lost in lonely musiog, in the dreamn, With eye attentive mark the springing game, Confus'd, of careless solitude, where mix Straight as above the surface of the food Ten thousand wand'ring images of things, They wantov rise, or, urg'd by hunger, leap, Sooth ev'ry gust of passion into peace; Then fix, with gentie twitch, the barbed hook: All but the swellings of the soften'd heart, Some lightly tossing to the grassy bank, That waken, not disturb, the tranquil miod. And to the sheiving shore slow draggiug some, 'Behold yon breatining prospect bids the muse With various hand proportion'd to their force. Throw all her beauty forth. But wbo can paint If yet too young, and easily deceiv’d,

Like nature? Can imagiuation boast, A worthless prey scarce bends your pliant rod, Ainid its gay creation, hues like bers? Him, piteous of his youth, and the short space | Or can it mix them with that matchless skill, He has enjoy'd the vital light of heav'nı,

And lose them in each other, as appears Soft disengage, and back into the stream In ev'ry bud that blows? If fancy then The speckled captive throw. But should you Cwequal fails beneath the pleasing task, Jure

Ah what shall language du? ala where find From his dark haunt, beneath the tangled roots

words OC pendant trees, the monarch of the brouk, Ting'd with so many colours ; and whose pow'r, Beloves you then to ply your finest art. To life approaching, may perfume my lays Loog time he, following cautious, scans the Ay; With tbat fine oil, those aromatic gales, Aud oft attempts to seize it, 'but as oft

That inexhaustive flow continual round? The dimpled water speaks bis jealous fear. Yet, though successless, will the toil delight. At last, while baply o'er the shaded siia Come then, ye virgins, and ye youths, whose Passes a cloud, he desp'rate takes the death,

hearts With sullen pluuge. At once he darts along, Have felt the raptures of refining love; Deep-struck, and runs out all the lengthen'd And thou, Amanda, conie, pride of my song! line;

Form'd by the Graces, loveliness itself! They seeks the farthest ooze, the shelt'ring Come, with those downcast eyes, sedate and weed,

sweet; The caveru’u bank, bis old secure abode ; Those looks demure,that decply pierce the soul; And flies aloft, and flounces round the pool, Where, with the light of thoughtful reason Isdignant of the guile. With yielding hand, mix'd, That feels bim still, yet to his furious course Shines lively fancy and the feeling heart : Gives way, you, now retiring, follow now Oh come! and while the rosy-footed May Across the stream, exhaust his idle rage, Steals blushing on, together let us tread Till, floating broad upon his breathless side, The morning dews, and gather in their prime And to his fate abandon'd, to the shore Fresh-blooming flow’rs, to grace thy braided You gaily drag your unresisting prize.


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And thy lov'd bosum, that improves their || First-born of Spring, to Summer's muskytribes;

Nor hyacinths, of purest virgin white,
See where the winding vale its lavish stores, Low-bent, and blushing inward; por jonquils,
Irriguous, spreads. See, how the lily drinks Of potent fragrance; nor Narcissas fair,
Thelatent vill, scarce ozing through the grass, ! As o'er tbe fabled fountain hangiug still;
Of growth luxuriant : or the humid bank Nor broad caruations, nor gay.spotted piaks ;
Ju fair profusion decks. Long let us walk, Nor, shower'd from ev'ry bush, the damask-
Hbere the breeze blows from yon extended ruse ;

Infinite numbers, delicacies, smells,
Of blossom'd beans. Arabia cannot boast With hues on bues expression cannot paint,
A fuller gale of joy, than, lib'ral, thence The breath of nature and her endless bloum.
Breathes thro' the sense, and takes the ravish'd Hail! Sonrce of Being ! Universal Soul

Of beav'n and earth! Essential Presence, hail!
Nor is the mead unworthy of thy foot,

To Thee I beud tbe kvee; to Thee my
Full of fresh verdure, and unnumber'd flow'rs, thoughts,
The negligence of nature, wide and wild, Continual, climb; who, with a master-hand,
Where, uudisguis'd by mimic art, she spreads Hast the great whole into perfection touch
Unbounded beauty to the roving eye.

By Thee the various vegetative tribes,
Here their delicious task the fervent bees, Wrapt in a filmy net, aud clad with leaves,
In swarming niillions, leud: around, atlwart, Draw the live ether, and imbibe the dew:
Through the soft air, the busy uations Hly, By Thee dispos'd into congenial soils,
Cling to the bud, and with inserted lube

Stauds each attractive plant, and sucks and Suck its pure esseuce, its ethereal soul;

swells And oft, with bolder wing, they soaring dare

The juicy tide ; a twining mass of tubes. The purple beath, or where the wild thyme At Thy command the vernal sun awakes grows,

The turpid sap, detruded to the root
And yellow load them with the luscious spoil. | By wintry winds, that now in fluent dance,

At length the finishi'd garden to the view And lively fermentation, mounting, spreads
Its vistas opens, and its alleys green.

All this innum'rpus-colour'd scene of thiugu. Snatcli'd through the verdant maze, the hurried | As rising from the vegetable world

My theme ascends, with equal wing ascend, Distracted wanders ; now the bow'ry walk My panting muse! And hark, bow loud the Of covert close, where scurce a speck of day

woods Falls on the lengtheu'd gloom, protracted Invite you forth in all your gayest trim. sweeps ;

Lend ne your soug, ye uightiugales ! ob pour Now meets the bending sky; the river now The mazy-running soul of melody Dimpling along, the breezy ruffled lake, Into my varied verse! wbile I deduce, The forest dark’ning round, the glitt'ring spire, From the first note the hollow cuckoo sings, Tb'ethereal mountain, and the distant maiu. I be symphony of Spring, and touch a theme But why so far excursive? when, at hand, Unknown to fame, the passion of the groves. Along these blushing horders, bright with dew, When first the soul of love is sent abroad, And in yon mingled wilderness of How'rs, Warm through the vital air, and on the beart Fair-handed Spring, unbosoms ev'ry grace ;

Harmonious 'seizes, the gay troops begia
Throws out the suow-drop and the crocus first; In gallant thought to plume the painted wing,
The daisy, primrose, violet darkly blue, And try again the loug-forgotten strain;
And polyanthus of unnumber'd dyes ;

At first faint-warbled: but no sooner grows
The yellow wall-power, stain'd with iron brown; The soft infusion prevalent, and wide,
And lavisha stock, that scents the garden round: Tban, all alive, at once their joy o'erflows
From the soft wing of vernal breezes shed, To music uncoufiu'd. Up springs the lark,
Anemonies, auriculas, enrich'd

Shrill voic'd, and loud, the messenger of mora: Witb sbiving meal o'er all their velvet leaves : Ere yet the sbadow fly, be mounted sings Aud full ranunculas, of glowing red.

Amid the dawniug clouds, and from their Then comes the tulip race, where beauty plays

baunts Her idle freaks ; from family diffusid

Calls up the tuneful nations. Ev'ry copse To family, as fies the father dust,

Deep-tangled, tree irregular, and bush The varied colours run; and while they break Bend ug with dewy moisture v'er the beads On the charni'd eye, th' exulting florist marks, of the coy choristers tbat ludge within, With secret pride, the wonders of his hand Are prodigal of barinony. The thrusb No gradual bloom is wanting; from the bud And wood-lark,v'er the kind-contending throng


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Superior beard, ruu through the sweetest But restless hurry through the busy air, length

Beat by unnusuber'd wings. The swallow Of notes; when list'uing Philomela deigns

sweeps To let them joy, aud purposes, in thought The slimy pool, to build his hanging house Elate, to make her wight excel their day. latent. And often from the careless back The blackbird whistles from the thorny brake; Of herds and tucks, a tbousand tugging bills The mellow bullfinch answers from the grove: Pluck bair and woul; and uit, when unubscrvid, Nor are the linuets, o'er the flow'ring farze Steal froin the barn a straw: till soft and warun Pour'd out profusely, silent. Join'd to these,' Clean and complete, their habitation grows. lanum'rous sungsters, in the fresh'ning shade As thus the patient dam assiduvus sits, Of new sprung leaves, their modulations mix Not to be terupted from ber teuder task, Mellinuous. The jay, the rouk, the daw, Or by sharp hunger, or by smooth deliglit, And each harsh pipe discordaut heard alone, Though the whole looseu'd Spring around her Aid the full concert; while the stock dove blows, brenthes

Her sympathising lover takes his stand A melancholy murmur through the whole. High on the opponent bank, and ceaseless Tis love creates their melody, and all

sings This waste of music is the woice of love; The tedious time away; or else supplies Tbat, een to birds and beasts ibe tender arts Her place a moment, while she sudden Bits of pleasing teaches. Hence the glossy kind To pick the scauty neal. Th'appointed time Try ev'ry winning way inventive love

With pious toil fulfilld, the callow young, Cap dictate, and in courtship to their mates Warm’d and expanded into perfect life, Pour forth their little souls. First, wide | Their brittle bondage break, and come to light, around,

A helpless family, demanding food With distant awe, in airy rings they rove, With constant clamour. O what passions then, Endeav'ring by a thousand tricks to catch What melting sentiments of kindly care, Tbe cunning, conscious, half averted glance On the new parents seize! away they by, of their regardless charmer. Should she seein, A fiectionate, and, uudesiring, bear Soft'ving, the least approvance to bestuw, The most delicious morsel to their young; Their culours burnish, and, by hope iospir’d, which equally distributed, again

They brisk advance; then on a suddeu struck, The search begins. E’eu so a gentle pair, Retire disorder'd; theu agaiu approach, By fortune suuk, but form’d of gen'rous mould, Jo fuad rotation spread the spotted wing, And charon'd with cares beyond tbe vulgur And shiver ev'ry feather with desire.

breast, Conna bial leagues agreed, to the deep woods In some lune cot amid the distant woods, They haste away, all as their fancy leads, Sustain'd alone by providential beav'n, Pleasure, or food, or secret safety prompts; Oft, as they weeping eye their infant train, That nature's great command inay be obey'd : Check their own appetites, and give them all. Nor all the sweet sensations they peræive

Nor toil alone they scorn : exalting love, Indulg'd in vain. Some to the holly hedge By the great Father of the Spring inspir'd, Nestling repair, and to the thicket some; Gives iustaui courage to the fearful race, Sume to the rude protection of the thoru And to the simple, art. With stealthy wiug, Commit their feeble offspring : the cleft tree Should some rude foot their woudy hauista Offers its kind concealwent to a few,

molest, Tveir food its insects, and its moss their nests. Amid a neighb'ring bush they silent drop, Others, apart, far iu the grassy dale,

And, whirring thence, as if alara'd, deceive Or rough’ning waste, their buible texture Th' unfeeling school-boy. Hence around the

head But most in woodland solitudes delight, Of wand'ring swain the white-wing'd plorer In unfrequented glooins, or sbaggy banks,

wheels Steep, and divided by a babbling brouk, Ier sounding Aight, and then directly on Whose murmurs scoth them all the live-long In lung excursion skims the level lawn, day,

To tempt him from her nest. Tbe wild duck, When by kind duty fix'd. Among the roots

hence, Of hazel, pendent o'er the plaintive stream, O'er the rough moss; and o'er the trackless They frame the first foundation of their domes;

waste Dry sprigs of trees, in artful fabric laid, The beath-ben, Autters (pious fraud!) to lead And bound with clay together. Now 'tis The hot pursuing spaniel far astray. sought

Be not the muse asbam'd, bere to bemoan


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