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The daisy, primrose, violet darkly blue, Wrapt in a filmy net, and clad with leaves, And polyanthus of unnumbered dyes ; Draw the live ether, and imbibe the dew : The yellow wall-flower, stained with iron By Thee disposed into congenial soils, brown ;

Stands each attractive plant, and sucks And lavish stock that scents the garden and swells round:

The juicy tide, a twining mass of tubes. From the soft wing of vernal breezes shed At Thy command the vernal sun awakes Anemones; auriculas, enriched

The torpid sap, detruded to the root With shining meal o'er all their velvet | By wintry winds, that now in fluent dance, leaves ;

And lively fermentation, mounting, spreads And full ranunculus, of glowing red. All this innumerous-coloured scene of Then comes the tulip race, where beauty things.

Her idle freaks ; from family diffused
To family, as flies the father-dust,
The varied colours run; and while they

On the charm'd eye, th' exulting florist


Home, from his morning task, the swain With secret pride, the wonders of his hand. retreats : No gradual bloom is wanting; from the His flock before him stepping to the fold : bud,

While the full-udder'd mother lows around First-born of Spring, to Summer's musky Thecheerful cottage, then expecting food, tribes :

The food of innocence, and health! The Nor hyacinths, of purest virgin white,

daw, Low-bent, and blushing inward ; nor jon- The rook, and magpie, to the grey-grown quils

i oaks Of potent fragrance ; nor Narcissus fair, That the calm village in their verdant arms, As o'er the fabled fountain hanging still ; Sheltering, embrace, direct their lazy Nor broad carnations, nor gay-spotted flight; pinks :

Where on the mingling boughs they sit Nor, showered from every bush, the dam- embowered, ask rose.

All the hot noon, till cooler hours arise. Infinite numbers, delicacies, smells, Faint, underneath, the household fowls With hues on hues expression cannot paint, convene i The breath of nature, and her endless And, in a corner of the buzzing shade, bloom.

The house-dog, with the vacant greyHail, Source of Being ! Universal Soul hound, lies, Of heaven and earth! Essential Presence, Out-stretched, and sleepy. In his slumbers

hail ! To Thee I bend the knee ; to Thee my Attacks the nightly thief, and one exults thoughts

O'er hill and dale ; till wakened by the Continual climb, who with a master-hand

wasp, Hast the great whole into perfection They starting snap. Nor shall the Muse touched.

disdain By Thee the various vegetative tribes, To let the little noisy summer-race



Live in her lay, and flutter thro' her song: | They meet their fate ; or, weltering in the Not mean though simple ; to the sun bowl, allied,

With powerless wings around them wrapt, From him they draw their animating fire. expire. Wak'd by his warmer ray, the reptile

young Come wing'd abroad; by the light air up

AUTUMN. borne, Lighter, and full of soul. From every

[1.AVINIA : A MODERN RUTH.] chink,

The lovely young Lavinia once had And secret corner, where they slept away friends ; The wintry storms; or rising from their | And Fortune smiled, deceitful, on her tombs,

birth ; To higher life; by myriads, forth at once, For, in her helpless years deprived of all, Swarming they pour; of all the varied of every stay, save innocence and heaven, hues

She, with her widowed mother, feeble, old, Their beauty-beaming parent can disclose. And poor, lived in a cottage, far retired Ten thousand forms ! ten thousand dif- Among the windings of a woody vale ; ferent tribes !

By solitude and deep surrounding shades, People the blaze. To sunny waters some But more by bashful modesty, concealed. By fatal instinct fly; where on the pool Together thus they shunned the cruel They, sportive, wheel ; or, sailing down the stream,

Which virtue, sunk to poverty, would Are snatched immediate by the quick-eyed trout,

From giddy passion and low-minded pride: Or darting salmon. Through the green- Almost on Nature's common bounty fed; wood glade

Like the gay birds that sung them to reSome love to stray; there lodged, amused,

pose, and fed,

Content, and careless of to-morrow's fare. In the fresh leaf. Luxurious, others make Her form was fresher than the morning The meads their choice, and visit every flower,

When the dew wets its leaves; unstained And every latent herb: for the sweet task,

As is the lily, or the mountain snow. To propagate their kinds, and where to

The modest virtues mingled in her eyes, wrap,

Still on the ground dejected, darting all In what soft beds, their young yet undis- Their humid beams into the blooming closed,

flowers : Employs their tender care. Some to the Or when the mournful tale her mother house,

told, The fold, and dairy, hungry, bend their of what her faithless fortune promised flight;

once, Sip round the pail, or taste the curdling Thrilled in her thought, they, like the dewy

cheese : Oft, inadvertent, from the milky stream Of evening shone in tears. A native grace



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Sat fair-proportioned on her polished And thus in secret to his soul he sighed : limbs,

What pity! that so delicate a form, Veiled in a simple robe, their best attire, By beauty kindled, where enlivening sense Beyond the pomp of dress; for loveliness And more than vulgar goodness seem to Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, dwell, But is, when unadorned, adorned the most. Should be devoted to the rude embrace Thoughtless of beauty, she was beauty's Of some indecent clown! She looks, meself,

thinks, Recluse amid the close-embowering woods. Of old Acasto's line ; and to my mind As in the hollow breast of Apennine, Recalls that patron of my happy life, Beneath the shelter of encircling hills, From whom my liberal fortune took its A myrtle rises, far from human eye, And breathes its balmy fragrance o'er the Now to the dust gone down; his houses, wild ;

lands, So flourished blooming, and unseen by all, And once fair-spreading family, dissolved. The sweet Lavinia ; till, at length, com- 'Tis said that in some lone obscure retreat, pelled

Urged by remembrance sad, and decent By strong Necessity's supreme command, pride, With smiling patience in her looks she Far from those scenes which knew their went

better days, To glean Palemon's fields. The pride of His aged widow and his daughter live, swains

Whom yet my fruitless search could never Palemon was, the generous, and the rich; find. Who led the rural life in all its joy

Romantic wish! would this the daughter And elegance, such as Arcadian song

were ! Transmits from ancient uncorrupted times; When, strict inquiring, from herself he When tyrant custom had not shackled found man,

She was the same, the daughter of his But free to follow nature was the mode.

friend, He then, his fancy with autumnal scenes Of bountiful Acasto, who can speak Amusing, chanced beside his reaper-train The mingled passions that surprised his To walk, when poor Lavinia drew his eye; heart, Unconscious of her power, and turning And through his nerves in shivering transquick

port ran? With unaffected blushes from his gaze : Then blazed his smothered flame, avowed, He saw her charming, but he saw not half and bold ; The charms her downcast modesty con- And as he viewed her, ardent, 'o'er and cealed.

o'er, That very moment love and chaste desire Love, gratitude, and pity, wept at once. Sprung in his bosom, to himself unknown; Confused and frightened at his sudden For still the world prevailed, and its dread tears, laugh,

Her rising beauties flushed a higher bloom, Which scarce the firm philosopher can As thus Palemon, passionate and just, scorn,

Poured out the pious rapture of his soul. Should his heart own a gleaner in the * And art thou, then, Acasto's dear re

mains ?

field :

fair ;


She, whom my restless gratitude has Nor waited he reply. Won by the charm sought,

Of goodness irresistible, and all So long in vain? Oh, heavens ! the very In sweet disorder lost, she blushed consent. same,

The news immediate to her mother The softened image of my noble friend, brought, Alive his every look, his every feature, While, pierced with anxious thought, she More elegantly touched. Sweeter than pined away Spring!

The lonely moments for Lavinia's fate ; Thou sole surviving blossom from the root Amazed, and scarce believing what she That nourished up my fortune! Say, ah heard, where,

Joy seized her withered veins, and one In what sequestered desert hast thou drawn bright gleam The kindest aspect of delighted Heaven? Of setting life shone on her evening hours: Into such beauty spread, and blown so Not less enraptured than the happy pair ;

Who flourished long in tender bliss, and Though poverty's cold wind, and crushing reared rain,

A numerous offspring, lovely ke emBeat keen and heavy on thy tender years? selves, Oh! let me now into a richer soil

And good, the grace of all the country Transplant thee safe, where vernal suns round.

and showers
Diffuse their warmest, largest influence ;
And of my garden be the pride and joy!
Ill it befits thee, oh! it ill befits

Acasto's daughter, his whose open stores,

[AN EMBLEM OF THE END OF LIFE.] Though vast, were little to his ample heart, The father of a country, thus to pick

'Tis done! dread WINTER spreads his The very refuse of those harvest-fields,

latest glooms, Which from his bounteous friendship I And reigns tremendous o'er the conquered enjoy.

year. Then throw that shameful pittance from How dead the vegetable kingdom lies ! thy hand,

How dumb the tuneful! Horror wide But ill applied to such a rugged task ;

extends The fields, the master, all, my fair, are His desolate domain. Behold, fond Man! thine ;

See here thy pictured life ; pass some few If to the various blessings which thy house years, Has on me lavished, thou wilt add that | Thy flowering Spring, thy Summer's bliss,

ardent strength, That dearest bliss, the power of blessing Thy sober Autumn fading into age, thee !'

And pale concluding Winter comes at last, Here ceased the youth : yet still his And shuts the scene. Ah! whither now

speaking eye Expressed the sacred triumph of his soul, | Those dreams of greatness? those unsolid With conscious virtue, gratitude, and love, hopes Above the vulgar joy divinely raised. Of happiness? those longings after fame?

are fled


Those restless cares? those busy bustling And what your bounded view, which only

days? Those gay-spent, festive nights? those A little part, deemed Evil is no more : veering thoughts

The storms of wintry time will quickly Lost between good and ill, that shared thy pass, life?

And one unbounded Spring incircle all. All now are vanished ! virtue sole survives, Immortal never-failing friend of man,

[SNOWSTORM.] His guide to happiness on high. And see! 'Tis come, the glorious morn! the second The keener tempests come: and fuming birth

dun Of heaven and earth! awakening Nature From all the livid east, or piercing north, hears

Thick clouds ascend ; in whose capacious The new-creating word, and starts to life, womb In every heightened form, from pain and A vapoury deluge lies, to snow congealed, death

Heavy they roll their fleecy world along; For ever free. The great eternal scheme, And the sky saddens with the gathered Involving all, and in a perfect whole

storm. Uniting, as the prospect wider spreads. Through the hushed air the whitening To reason's eye refined clears up apace.

shower descends, Ye vainly wise ! ye blind presumptuous ! | At first thin wavering ; till at last the now,

flakes Confounded in the dust, adore that Fall broad, and wide, and fast, dimming power,

the day, And wisdom oft arraign'd: see now the With a continual flow. The cherished cause,

fields Why unassuming worth in secret lived, Put on their winter-robe of purest white. And died, neglected : why the good man's 'Tis brightness all ; save where the new share

snow melts In life was gall and bitterness of soul : Along the mazy current. Low the woods, Why the lone widow and her orphans Bow their hoar head; and, ere the pined

languid sun In starving solitude ; while Luxury, Faint from the west emits his evening-ray, In palaces, lay straining her low thought, | Earth's universal face, deep hid, and chill, To form unreal wants : why heaven-born Is one wild dazzling waste, that buries truth,

wide And moderation fair, wore the red marks The works of man. Drooping, the Of superstition's scourge: why licensed labourer-ox pain,

Stands covered o'er with snow, and then That cruel spoiler, that embosom'd foe, demands Imbittered all our bliss. Ye good dis- | The fruit of all his toil. The fowls of tressed !

heaven, Ye noble few! who here unbending stand | Tamed by the cruel season, crowd around Beneath life's pressure, yet bear up a The winnowing store, and claim the little while,


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