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THE ARGUMENT. The subject proposed.--Invocation. Address to Mr. Dodington.-An introductosy reflection on the motion of the beavenly bodies; whence the succession of the seasons.-As the face of muture in this season is almost uniform, the progress of the poem is a description of a suniuner's day.—The dawn._ un-rising –Hymn to the sun.--Forevoon. Sutra mer insects described.--Hay-making.--Sheep-shearing.–Noon-day.-A woodland retreat.-Group of berds avd Locks.--A solemn grove: how it affects a contemplative mind.- catamuct, and rude scene.- View of the summer in the torrid zone. -Storm of thunder and lighting.--A taje.-The storm crer, a serene afternoon.-Bathing --Hour of walking--Transition to the prospect of a rith well-cultivated countıy; which introduces a panegyric op Great Britain, Suu-set.-Evening -Vight.-Summer meteors.--A comet. The whole concluding with the praise of Pailosophy,

From brightening fields of ether fair disclos d, When now no more the alternate Twins are Child of the Sun, refulgent Summer comes,

fir'd, In pride of youth, and felt through nature's And Cancer reddens with the solar blaze, depth :

Sbort is the doubtful empire of the night : He comes attended hy the sultry hours, And soon, observant of approaching day, And ever-fanning breezes, on his way;

The meek cy'd Moru appears, mother of devs, While, from his ardent look, the turning Spring At first faint gleaming iu the dappled east: Averts her blushful face, and earth, and skies, | Till far o'er ether spreads the widening glow; All-smiling, to his hot doininion leaves. And from before the lustre of her face,

Hence let me haste into the mid-wood shade, White break the clouds away. With quickened Where scarce a sun-beam wanders through the

step, gloom;

Brown Night retires : young Day pours in And on the dark green grass, beside the brink

apace, Of haunted stream, that by the routs of oak

And opens all the lawny prospect wide. Rolls o'er the rocky chavnel, lie at large,

The dripping rock, the mountain's místy top, Aud sing the glories of the circling year.

Swell ou the sight, and brighten with the dawu. Come, Inspiration! froin thy hermit-seat,

Blue, the pugh the dusk, the smoking currents By mortal seldom found: may Fancy dare,

shine; From thy fix'd serious eye, and raptur'd glance And from the bladed field the fearful bare Shot on surrounding heaven, to steal one look Limps, awkward: while along the forest glade Creative of the Poet, every power

The wild deer trip, and often tarving gaze Exalting to an ecstasy of soul.

At early passenger. Music awakes And thou, my youthful Muse's early friend, || The native voice of undirsembled joy; In whom the human graces all unite:

And thick around the woodland hymus arise. Pure light of mind, and tenderness of heart; Rous'd by the cock, the suon-clad shepherd Genius and wisdom ; the gay social sense, By decency chastis’d; goodness and wit, His mossy cottage, where with peace he dwells; . In seldom-meeting harmony combin'd; Aud from the crowded fold, in order drives Unblemish'd honour, and an active zeal

His fuck to taste the verdure of the morn. For Britain's glory, liberty and man:

Falsely luxurious, will not man awake, 0 Dodington! attend my rural song,

And, springing from the bed of sloth, enjoy Stoop to my theine, inspirit ev'ry line,

The cool, the fragrant, and the silent hour, Aud teach me to deserve thy just applause.

To meditation due and sacred song? With what an awful world revolving pow'r

For is there aught in sicep can charm the wise! Were first the unwieldy planets launched along

To lie in dead oblivion, losing half The illimitable void ! tbus to remain,

The fleeting moments of too short a life; Amid the flux of many thousand years,

Total extinction of the enlightened soul! Tbat oft bas swept the toiling race of men,

Or else to fev'rish vanity alive, And all their labour'd monuments away,

Wilder'd and tossing through distempera Firm, unremitting, matchless in their course;

dreams! To the kind temper'd change of sight and day, Who would in such a gloomy staté remain And of the seasons ever stealing round, Longer than nature craves ; when every Muse Minately faithful: such the all-perfect Hand! And every blooming pleasure wait without, That pois’d, impels, and rules the steady whole. To bless the wildly devious morning walk?


Bat yonder comes the powerful King of Day, Heuce Labour draws his tools; hence burnish'd Rejoicing in the east. The lessening cloud,

War The kindliog azure, and the mountain's brow Gleams og tbe day; the nobler works of Peace Jllowin'd with Quid gold, his wear approacha Hence bless mankind, and generous Commerce Betoken glad. Lo! now apparent all,

binds Aslant the dew-bright earth, and colour'd air, The round of nations in a golden chain. He looks in boundless majesty abroad;

The unfruitful rock itself, imprega'd by thee, And sheds the shining day, that burvish'd in dark retirement forms the lucid stone, plays

(streams The lively Diamond drinks thy purest rays, On rocks, and hills, and towers, and wandering Collected light, compact ; that, polish'd bright, High-gleaming from afar. Prime cheerer Light: And all its native lustre let abroad, Of all material beings first, and best !

Dares, as it sparkles on the fair one's breast, Emux divine! Nature's resplendent robe! With vain ambition emulate ber eyes, Without whose vesting beanty all were wrapt At thee the Ruby lights its deepening glow, In unesseotial gloom; and thou, O Sun! And with a waving radiance inward Aames. Soul of surrounding worlds ! in whom best seen From thee the Sapphire, solid etber, takes Shines out thy Maker ! may I sing of thee? Its hue cerulean; and of evening tinct,

Tis boy thy secret, strong, attractive force, The purple-streaming Amethyst is thine. As with a chain indissoluble bound,

With tby own smile the yellow Topaz buras. Thy system rolls cotire; from the far bourne Nor deeper verdure dyes the robe of Spring, Of utmost Saturd, wheeling wide his round When first she gives it to the southern gale, Of thirty years; to Mercury, whose disk Than the greeu Emerald shows. But, all Can scarce be caught by pbilosopbic eye,


(beans; Lost in the near effulgence of thy blaze. Tbick through the wbitening Opal play thy Informer of the planetary traia!

Or, flying several from its surface, form Witbout whose quickening glance their cum

im. A trembling variance of revolving bues, brous orbs

As the site varies in the gazer's hand. Were brute unlovely mass, inert and dead, The very dead creation, from thy touch And not, as now, the green abodes of life! Assumes a mimic life. By thee refin'd, How many forms of being wait on thee! In brighter mazes the relucent stream Inbaling spirit; from the uufetter'd mind, Plays o'er the mead. The precipice abrupt, By thee sublim'd, down to the daily ace, Projecting horror on the biackened food, The mixing wyriads of thy setting beam. Softens at thy return. The desert joys The vegetable world is also thine,

Wildly, through all bis melancholy bounds. Parent of Seasons! who the pomp precede Rude ruins glitter; and the briny deep, That waits thy throne, as through thy vast | Seen from some pointed promontory's top, domain,

Far to the blue horizon's utmost verge, Andual, along the bright ecliptic road, Restless, reflects a floating gleam. But this, In world-rejoicing state it moves sublime. And all the much-transported Muse can sing, Meantime, the expecting nations, circled gay Are to thy beauty, dignity, and use, With all tbe various tribes of foodful earth, Unequal far: great delegated source Implore thy bounty, or send grateful up (car, of light, and life, and grace, and joy below! A commou bymn : wbile, round thy beaming How shall I tbeu attempt to sing of Him! High seen, tbe Seasons lead, in sprightly dance Who, Light Himself, in uncreated light Harmonious knit, the rosy-fingerd Hours, Invested deep, dwells awfully retird The Zepbyrs Avating loose, the timely Rains, From mortal eye, or angel's purer ken ; Of bloom ethereal the light-footed Dews, Whose single smile has, from the first of time, And softened into joy the surly Storms. Filld; overflowing, all those lamps of heaven, These, in successive turn, with lavish hand, That beam for ever throogh the boundless sky: Shower every beauty, every fragrance shower. But, should he hide his face, the astonish'd san, Herbs, flowers, and fruits; till, kindling at thy And all th' extinguish'd stars, would loos'ning touch,

reel From laud to land is Aush'd tbe vernal year. Wide from their spheres, andChaos come again.

Nor to the surface of enlivened earth, Aud yet was every faltering tongue of man, Graceful with hills and dales, and leafy woods, Almighty Father ! silent in the praise, Her liberal tresses, is thy force confiu'd : Thy works themselves would raise a general But, to the bowel'd cavero darting deep,

voice, The mineral kinds confess thy mighty power. Even in the depth of solitary woods, Effulgeat hence the veiny marble shines; By human fuot untrod, proclaim thy power,

And to the quire celestial Thee resound,

Live in her lay, and Autter through ber song: The eternal cause, support, and end of all ! Not mean though simple; to the sun ally'd,

To me be Nature's volume broad display'd; From hiin tbey draw their animating fire. And to peruse its all-instructing page,

Wak'd by his warmer ray, the reptile young Or, baply catching inspiration thence, Come wivg'd abroad ; by the light air upborne, Some easy passage, raptur'd, to translate, Lighter, and full of soul. From every chink, My sole delight; as through the falling glooms And secret corner, where they slept away Pensive I stray, or with the rising dawn The wintry storms; or rising from theic On Fancy's eagle.wing excursive soar.

tombs, Now, flaming up the heavens, the potent | To higher life ; by myriads, forth at once, sun

Swarming they pour; of all the vary'd hues Melts into limpid air the high rais'd clouds, Their beauty. beaming parent can disclose. And morning fogs, that hovered round the hills Teu thousand forms ! ten thousand different In party-colour'd bands ; till wide anveild

tribes ! The face of Nature shines, from where earth People the blaze. To sunny waters some seems,

By fatal instinct fly; where on the pool Far-stretch'd around, to meet the bending They, sportive, wheel; or sailing down the sphere.

stream, Half in a blush of clustering roses lost, Are snatch'd immediate by the quick-ey'd Dew-dropping Coolness to the shade retires : troul, There, on the verdant turf, or flowery bed, Or darting salmon. Through the green-wood By gelid founts and careless rills to muse ;

glade While tyrant Heat, dispreading through the Some love to stray; there lodgʻd, amus’d, aud sky,

fed With rapid sway, his burning influence darts In the fresh leaf. Luxurious, others make Oo wan, and beast, and herb, and tepid stream. The meads their choice, and visit ev'ry slow's,

Who can unpitying see the flow'ry race, And ev'ry lateut herb: for the sweet task, Shed by the worn, their new.flusu'd bloom To propagate their kinds, and where to wrap resiga,

In what soft beds, their young yet undisclos'de Before the parching beam ? So fade tbe fair, Employs their tender care. Some to the bouse, When fevers revel through their azure veins. The fold, and dairy, hungry, bend their Night; But one, the lofty follower of the sun, Sip round the pail, or taste the curdling cheese: Sad when he sets, shuts up her yellow leaves, Ont, inadvertent, from the milky stream Drooping all nigbt ; and, when he warm They meet their fate; or, weltering in the boal, returns,

With powerless wings around them wrap Points her euamour'd bosom to his ray.

expire. Honje, from his morning task, the swain But chief to heedless fies the window prores retreats ;

A constant death ; where, gloomily retir'd, His Rock before him stepping to the fold: The villain spider lives, cunning, and fierce, While the full-udder'd mother lows around Mixture abhorrid! Amid a mangled leap 'The cheerful cottage, then expecting food, Of carcasses in eager watch he sits, The food of innocence and health! The daw, O'crlooking all his waving snarcs around. The rook, auq magpie, to the grey-grown oaks Near the dire cell the dreadless wanderer oft That the calm village in their verdant arms, Passes; as oft the ruffian shows his front. Sheltering, embrace, direct their lazy fight; The prey at last ensoar'd, he dreadful darts, Where on the miogling boughs they sit em With rapid glide, along the leaning line; bower'd,

And, fixing in the wretch his cruel fangs, All the hot noon, till ecoler hours arise. Strikes backward grimly pleas’d: the futt'ring Faint, underneath, the household fowls wing convene ;

And sbriller sound declare extreme distress, And, in a corner of the buzzing shade, And ask the helping hospitable hand. The house-dog, with the vacant greyhound, Resounds the living surface of the ground: lies,

Nor undelightful is the ceaseless hum, Out-stretch'd and sleepy. In his slumbers one To him who uses through the woods at noon; Attacks the nightly thief, and one exults Or drowsy shepherd as he lies recliud, O'er bill and dale ; till, wakened by the wasp, | With half.shut eyes, beneath the Aoating shade They starting snap. Nor shall the Muse | Of willows grey, close-crowding o'er the brook. disdain

Gradual, from these what numerous kinds Po let the little noisy sammer race



Evading e'en the microscopic eye!

As on our smiling eyes his servant-sun. Full oatare swarius with life; one wondrous Thick in yon stream of light, a thousand

ways, of animals, or atoms organiz'd,

Upward, and downward, thwarting, and conWaiting the vital breath, when Parent Heaven


[wing'd, Shall bid his spirit blow. The hoary fen, The quivering nations sport; till, tempest. Io patrid steams, emits the living cloud

Fierce winter sweeps them from the face of day, Of pestilence. Through subterranean cells, E'en so luxurious men, unheeding pass Where searcbing sun-beams scarce can find a An idle sominer life in fortune's shine, way,

A seasvn's glitter! Thus they flutter on Earth animated heaves. Tbe flowery leaf From toy to toy, from vanity to vice; Wants pot its soft inbabitauts. Secure

Till, blown away by death, oblivion comes Within its winding citadel, the stone

Behind, and strikes them from the book of life. Holds multitudes. But chief the forest boughs, Now swarms the village o'er the jovial mead: That dance upnumber'd to the playful breeze, The rustic youth, brown with meridian toil, The downy orchard, and the melting pulp Healthful and strong; full as the summerOf mellow froit, the nameless nations feed

rose, Of evanescent insects. Where the pool

Blown by prevailing saps, the ruddy maid, Siauds mantled o'er with green, invisible Half naked, swelling on the sigbt, and all Amid the floating verdure millious stray. Her kindled graces burning o'er ber cheek. Each liquid too, whether it pierces, sooths, Even stooping age is here; and infant hands Inflames, refreshes, or exalts the taste,

Trail the long rake, or with the fragrant load With various forms abounds. Nor is the O'ercharg'd, amid the kind oppression roll. stream

Wide flies the tedded grain ; all in a row Of purest crystal, nor the lucid air,

Advancing broad, or wheeling round the field, Though one transparent vacancy it seems, They spread the breathing harvest to the sun, Void of their wuseen people. These, concealed that throws refreshful round a rural smell: By the kind art of formiug Heaven, escape Or, as they rake the green appearing ground, Tbe grosser eye of man: for, if the worlds And drive the dusky wave along the mead, Io worlds evclos'd should ou his senses burst, The russet haycock rises thick behind, From cates ambrosial, and the vectar'd bowl, In order gay. While heard from dale to dale, He would abborrent turn; and in dead night, || Waking the breeze, resounds the blended voice When silence sleeps o'er all, be stunned with Of happy labour, love, and social glee. poise.

Or rushing thence, in one diffusive band, Let no presuming impious railer tax They drive the troubled flocks, by many a dog Creative Wisdom, as if aught was formid Compell’d, to where the mazy running brook In vain, or not for admirable ends,

Forms the deep pool; this bank abrupt and Shall little haughty ignorance pronounce

high, His works unwise, of which the smallest part And that fair spreading in a pebbled shore. Exceeds the varrow vision of her mind ?

Urg'd to the giddy brink, much is the toil, As if upon a full.proportion'd dome,

Theclamour much,of men, and boys, and dogs, On swelling columus heav'd, the pride of art, Ere the soft fearful people to the food A critic-fly, whose feeble ray scarce spreads Commit their woolly sides. And oft the swain, An inch around, with blind presumption bold On some impatient seizing, hurls them in : Sbouid dare to tax the structure of the whole. Embolden'd, then, uor besitating more, And lives the man, whose universal eye Fast, fast, they plunge amid the flasbing ware, Has swept at once the unbounded scheme of Aud panting labour to the farthest shore : things;

Repeated this, till deep the well-wash d ieece BIark'd their dependence so, and firm accord, Has drunk the flood, and from his lively haunt As with unfaltering accent to conclude The trout is banish'd by the sordid stream.' That this availetb nought? Has any seen Heary, and dripping, to the breezy brow The mighty chain of beings, lessening down Slow move the harmless race; where as they Frou iobuite perfection, to the brink

spread Of dreary nothing, desolate abyss !

Their swelling treasures to the sunny ray, From which astonish'd thought, recoiling, Iuly disturb’d, and wondering what this wild turns ?

Outrageous tumult means, their loud com. Till then, alone let zealous praise ascend,

plaints And hymns of holy wonder, to that Power, The country till; and toss'l froni rock to rock, Whose wisdom sbines as lovely on our minds, lacessant bleatings run around the hills.


At last of snowy wbite, the gather'd flocks And scarce a chirping grasshopper is heard Are in the wattled pen innumerous pressid, Through the dumb mead. Distressful nature Head above head: and rang'd in lusty rows,

pants. The shepherds sit, and whet the sounding | The very streams look languid from afar! shears.

Or, through the unshelter'd glade, impatient, The bousewife waits to roll her fleecy stores, With all her gay-drest maids attending round. To burl into the covert of the grove. One, chief, in gracious dignity enthrou'd, All-conquering heat ! oh, intermit thy Shines o'er the rest, the pastoral queen, and wrath! rays

And on my throbbing temples potent thus Her smiles, sweet-beaming, on her shepherd. Beam not so fierce! I'ncessant still you fov, king;

And still another fervent food succeeds, Wbile the glad circle round them yield their Pourd on the head profuse. Iu vain I sigh, souls

And restless turn, and look around for pight; To festive mirth, and wit that knows no gall. Night is far off: and hotter hours approach, Meantime their joyous task goes on apace : Thrice happy he ! who on the sunless side Some, mingling, stir the melted tar, and some,

Of a

a romantic mountain, forest-crown'd, Deep on the new-shorn vagrant's heaving side, Beneath the whole collected shade reclines : To stamp his master's cypher ready stand : Or in the gelid caverns, woodbine wrought, Others the unwilling wether drag along; And fresh bedew'd with ever-spouting streams, And, glorying in his might, the sturdy boy Sits coolly calm : while all the world without Holds by the twisted horns the indignant ram. Unsatisfied, and sick, tosses in noon. Behold, where bound, and of its robe bereft Emblem instructive of the virtuous man, By needy man, that all-depending lord, Who keeps his temper'd mind serene, and pure, How meek, how patient the mild creature lies! | And every passion aptly harmoniz'd, What softness in its melancholy face,

Amid a jarring world with vice inflam'd.
What dumb complaining innocepce appears ! Welcome, ye shades ! ye bowery thickets,
Fear not, ye gentle tribes, 'tis not the knife

Of horrid slaughter that is o'er you war'd; Ye lofty pines ! ye venerable oaks !
No, 'tis the tender swain's well-guided shears, Ye ashes wild, resounding o'er the steep?
Who having now, to pay his annual care,

Delicious is your shelter to the soul, Borrow'd your fleece, to you a cumb'rous load, || As to the hunted hart the sallying spring, Will send you bounding to your bills again. Or stream full flowing, that his swelling sides

A simple scene! Yet hence Britannia sees Laves, as he floats along the herbag'd brink. Her solid grandeur rise: hence she commands Cool thro' the uerves your pleasing comfort The exalted stores of every brighter clime,

glides ; Tbe treasures of the sun, without his rage :

The heart beats glad; the fresh-expanded eye Hence, fervent all, with culture, toil, and arts, | And ear resume their watch ; the sinews knit, Wide glows her land: her dreadful thunder And life shoots swift through all the lighten'd hence


limbs. Rides o'er the waves sublime, and now, even Around th’adjoining brook, that purls along Impending hangs o'er Gallia's humbled coast; | The vocal grove, now fretting o'er a rock, Hence rules the circling deep, and awes the Now scarcely moving through a reedy pool, world.

Now starting to a sudden stream, and uow Tis raging noon; and, vertical, the sun Gently diffus'd into a limpid plain ; Darts on the head direct his forceful rays. A various group the herds and flocks compose: O'er heaven and earth, far as the ranging eye Rural confusion ! On the grassy bank Can sweep, a dazzling deluge reigos; and all Some ruminating lie ; while others stand From pole to pole, is undistinguish'd blaze. Half in the flood, and often bending sip In vain the sight, dejected to the ground, The circling surface. In the middle droopa Stoops for relief: thence hut ascending steams | The strong laborious ox, of honest front, And keen reflection paiu. Deep to the root Wbich incompos'd he shakes; and from bis Of vegetation parch'd, the cleaving fields

sides And slippery lawn an arid hue disclose, The troublesome insects lashes with his tail, Blast fancy's bloom, and wither e'en the soul. Returning still. Amid his subjects safe, Echo no more rcturos the cheerful sound Slumbers the monarch-swain; his careless arme Of sharpening scythe; the mower, sinking, Thrown round his bead, ou downy mose susheups


[filled; O’er him the humid hay, with flow'ns perfum'd: || Here laid his scrip, with wholesome viands No. XLVII.


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