The daisy, primrose, violet darkly blue, And polyanthus of unnumbered dyes; The yellow wall-flower, stained with iron brown; And lavish stock that scents the garden round : From the soft wing of vernal breezes shed Anemones; auriculas, enriched Wrapt in a filmy net, and clad with leaves, Draw the live ether, and imbibe the dew: | By Thee disposed into congenial soils, Stands each attractive plant, and sucks and swells The juicy tide, a twining mass of tubes. At Thy command the vernal sun awakes The torpid sap, detruded to the root With shining meal o'er all their velvet By wintry winds, that now in fluent dance, First-born of Spring, to Summer's musky The cheerful cottage, then expecting food, To Thee I bend the knee; to Thee my Attacks the nightly thief, and one exults thoughts Continual climb, who with a master-hand Hast the great whole into perfection touched. By Thee the various vegetative tribes, O'er hill and dale; till wakened by the wasp, They starting snap. Nor shall the Muse disdain To let the little noisy summer-race Live in her lay, and flutter thro' her song: Not mean though simple; to the sun allied, From him they draw their animating fire. Wak'd by his warmer ray, the reptile young Come wing'd abroad; by the light air upborne, Lighter, and full of soul. From every chink, And secret corner, where they slept away To higher life; by myriads, forth at once, hues Their beauty-beaming parent can disclose. ferent tribes! People the blaze. To sunny waters some the stream, Are snatched immediate by the quick-eyed trout, Or darting salmon. Through the greenwood glade Some love to stray; there lodged, amused, and fed, In the fresh leaf. Luxurious, others make The meads their choice, and visit every flower, And every latent herb: for the sweet task, To propagate their kinds, and where to wrap, They meet their fate; or, weltering in the bowl, With powerless wings around them wrapt, expire. AUTUM N. [LAVINIA: A MODERN RUTH.] The lovely young Lavinia once had friends; And Fortune smiled, deceitful, on her For, in her helpless years deprived of all, scorn Which virtue, sunk to poverty, would meet From giddy passion and low-minded pride: pose, Content, and careless of to-morrow's fare. rose When the dew wets its leaves; unstained and pure, flowers: As is the lily, or the mountain snow. The modest virtues mingled in her eyes, Still on the ground dejected, darting all In what soft beds, their young yet undis- Their humid beams into the blooming closed, 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 star Of evening shone in tears. A native grace Sat fair-proportioned on her polished And thus in secret to his soul he sighed : limbs, Veiled in a simple robe, their best attire, Recluse amid the close-embowering woods. So flourished blooming, and unseen by all, The sweet Lavinia; till, at length, compelled By strong Necessity's supreme command, With smiling patience in her looks she went 'What pity! that so delicate a form, By beauty kindled, where enlivening sense And more than vulgar goodness seem to dwell, Should be devoted to the rude embrace Of some indecent clown! She looks, methinks, Of old Acasto's line; and to my mind Recalls that patron of my happy life, From whom my liberal fortune took its rise; Now to the dust gone down; his houses, lands, And once fair-spreading family, dissolved. 'Tis said that in some lone obscure retreat, Urged by remembrance sad, and decent pride, Far from those scenes which knew their 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 find. Palemon was, the generous, and the rich; man,. But free to follow nature was the mode. He then, his fancy with autumnal scenes Amusing, chanced beside his reaper-train To walk, when poor Lavinia drew his eye; Unconscious of her power, and turning quick With unaffected blushes from his gaze : He saw her charming, but he saw not half The charms her downcast modesty concealed. That very moment love and chaste desire Sprung in his bosom, to himself unknown; For still the world prevailed, and its dread laugh, Which scarce the firm philosopher can scorn, Should his heart own a gleaner in the field: Romantic wish! would this the daughter were !' When, strict inquiring, from herself he found She was the same, the daughter of his friend, Of bountiful Acasto, who can speak The mingled passions that surprised his heart, And through his nerves in shivering transport ran? Then blazed his smothered flame, avowed, and bold; And as he viewed her, ardent, 'o'er and o'er, Love, gratitude, and pity, wept at once. Confused and frightened at his sudden tears, Her rising beauties flushed a higher bloom, As thus Palemon, passionate and just, Poured out the pious rapture of his soul. 'And art thou, then, Acasto's dear remains? She, whom my restless gratitude has Nor waited he reply. Won by the charm sought, So long in vain? Oh, heavens ! the very same, The softened image of my noble friend, Alive his every look, his every feature, More elegantly touched. Sweeter than Spring! Thou sole surviving blossom from the root That nourished up my fortune! Say, ah where, In what sequestered desert hast thou drawn The kindest aspect of delighted Heaven? Into such beauty spread, and blown so fair; Though poverty's cold wind, and crushing rain, Beat keen and heavy on thy tender years? Oh! let me now into a richer soil Transplant thee safe, where vernal suns and showers Diffuse their warmest, largest influence; enjoy. Then throw that shameful pittance from thy hand, But ill applied to such a rugged task; The fields, the master, all, my fair, are thine; If to the various blessings which thy house Has on me lavished, thou wilt add that bliss, Of goodness irresistible, and all In sweet disorder lost, she blushed consent. The news immediate to her mother brought, While, pierced with anxious thought, she pined away The lonely moments for Lavinia's fate; Amazed, and scarce believing what she heard, Joy seized her withered veins, and one bright gleam Of setting life shone on her evening hours: Not less enraptured than the happy pair; Who flourished long in tender bliss, and reared A numerous offspring, lovely like themselves, And good, the grace of all the country round. WINTER, [AN EMBLEM OF THE END OF life.] 'Tis done! dread WINTER spreads his latest glooms, And reigns tremendous o'er the conquered year. How dead the vegetable kingdom lies! How dumb the tuneful! Horror wide extends His desolate domain. Behold, fond Man! See here thy pictured life; pass some few years, Thy flowering Spring, thy Summer's ardent strength, That dearest bliss, the power of blessing Thy sober Autumn fading into age, speaking eye Expressed the sacred triumph of his soul, With conscious virtue, gratitude, and love, Above the vulgar joy divinely raised. are fled Those dreams of greatness? those unsolid hopes Of happiness? those longings after fame? 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 Lost between good and ill, that shared thy life? All now are vanished! virtue sole survives, Immortal never-failing friend of man, His guide to happiness on high. And see! 'Tis come, the glorious morn! the second birth saw The storms of wintry time will quickly pass, And one unbounded Spring incircle all. [SNOWSTORM.] The keener tempests come: and fuming dun Of heaven and earth! awakening Nature From all the livid east, or piercing north, Thick clouds ascend; in whose capacious hears The new-creating word, and starts to life, In every heightened form, from pain and death For ever free. The great eternal scheme, Involving all, and in a perfect whole Uniting, as the prospect wider spreads. To reason's eye refined clears up apace. Ye vainly wise! ye blind presumptuous ! now, womb A vapoury deluge lies, to snow congealed, Heavy they roll their fleecy world along ; And the sky saddens with the gathered storm. Through the hushed air the whitening shower descends, At first thin wavering; till at last the flakes Confounded in the dust, adore that Fall broad, and wide, and fast, dimming the day, power, And wisdom oft arraign'd: see now the With a continual flow. The cherished cause, Why unassuming worth in secret lived, And died, neglected: why the good man's share In life was gall and bitterness of soul: Why the lone widow and her orphans pined In starving solitude; while Luxury, In palaces, lay straining her low thought, To form unreal wants: why heaven-born truth, And moderation fair, wore the red marks Of superstition's scourge: why licensed pain, That cruel spoiler, that embosom'd foe, Imbittered all our bliss. Ye good distressed! Ye noble few! who here unbending stand Beneath life's pressure, yet bear up a while, |