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The sprightly hird, whose carol sweet
Broke on the hreath of early day—
The summer-Movers she loved to greet—
The hird—the flowers—oh, where are they?

Thon desolate and dying year!

Yet lovely in thy Iifelessuess,

As heauty stretched upon the hier

In death's clay-cold and dark caress;

There's loveliness in thy decay,

Which hreathes, which lingers round thee

still,
Like memory's mild and cheering ray
Beaming upon the night of ill.

Vet—yet the radiance is not gone
Which sheds a richuess o'er the scene,
Which smiles upon the golden dawn,
When skies were hrilliant and serene—
Oh I still a melancholy smile
Gleams upon nature's aspect fair,
To charm the eye a little while,
Ere ruin spreads his mantle there!

MoNtGoMErY.

Sweet Sahhath of the year!

While evening lights decay,
Thy parting steps me thinks I hear

Steal from the world away.

Amid thy silent howers,

'Tis sad, hut sweet, to dwell; Where falling leaves and drooping flowers

Around me hreathe farewell.

Along thy sunset skies,

Their glories melt in shade;
And like the things we fondly prize,

Seem lovelier as they fade.

A deep and crimson streak

Thy dying leaves disclose;
As, on Consumption's waning cheek,

'Mid ruin hlooms the rose.

Thy scene each vision hrings

Of heanty in decay; Of fair and early faded things,

Too exquisite to stay.

Of joys that come no more;

Of flowers whose hloom is fled; Of farewells wept upon the shore;

Of friends estranged or dead.

Of all that now may seem,
To memory's tearful eye,

The vanish'd heanty of a dream,
O'er which we gaze and sigh.

AUTUMN MORALIZED.

BIshoP horNE.

See the leaves around us falling,
Dry and wither'd to the ground;

Thus to thoughtless mortals calling,
In a sad and solemn sound;—

"Sons of Adam, (once in Eden,
Where, like us, he hlighted fell,)

Hear the lesson we are reading:
Mark the awful truth we tell:—

"Youth on length of days presuming.
Who the paths of pleasure tread,

View us, late in heanty hlooming,
Numher'd now among the dead.

"What though yet no losses grieve yon, Gay with health and many a grace!

Let not cloudless skies deceive yon;
Summer gives to antumn place.

"Yearly in our course returning,

Messengers of shortest stay, Thus we preach this truth concerning,

Heaven and earth shall pass away.' •

On the tree of life eternal,

O let all our hopes he laid! This alone, for ever vernal,

Bears a leaf that shall not fade.

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0 Winter, ruler of th' inverted year, Thy scatter'd hair with sleet like ashes fill'd, Thy hreath congeal'd upon thy lips, thy

cheeks Fring'd with a heard made white with other

snows Than those of age, thy forehead wrapt in

clouds, A leafless hranch thy sceptre, and thy throne A sliding car, indehted to no wheels, But urg'd hy storms along itsslipp'ry way;

1 love thee, all unlovely as thou seem'st, And dreaded as thou art! Thou hold'st the

sun A pris'ner in the yet nndawning east, Short'ning his journey hetween morn and

noon, And hurrying him, impatient of his stay, Down to the rosy west; hut kindly still Compensating his loss with added hours Of social converse and instructive ease, And gathering, at short notice, in one group, The family dispers'd, and fixing thought, Not less dispers'd hy daylight and its cares, I crown thee king of intimate delights, Fireside enjoyments, homehorn happiness, And all the comforts that the lowly roof Of undisturh'd Retirement, and the hours Of long; nninterrupted ev'ning, know.

SONNET TO WINTER.

BARTON. j

Thou hast thy heauties : sterner ones I own, Than those of thy precursors; yet'to thee Belong the charms of solemn majesty,

And naked grandeur. Awful is the tone Of thy tempestuous nights, when clonds are

hlown By hurrying winds across the trouhled sky; Pensive, when softer hreezes faintly sigh Through leafless houghs, with ivy overgrown. Thou hast thy decorations too, although Thou art anstere ; thy studded mantle gay With icy hrilliants, which as proudly glow As erst Golcouda's;—and thy pure array Of regal ermine, when the drifted snow Envelopes nature; till her features seem Like pale, like lovely ones, seen when we dream.

WINTER WAKES SPRING.

Mantled in storms;—attended hy the roar Of whirling wiuds, and flight uf showery

snows, Dread Winter comes, and all around him

throws Wide desolation. From his northern store Tempests of hail, and dark-rohed thunders

pour. *

The gurgling rivulet no longer flows
When he with icy hreath upon it hlows:
The naked trees and shruhs look gay no

more. Shall Winter rage for ever? No! the sound Of his rude car shall rouse the slumh'ring

Spring Beneath the kindling sim, the verdant ground Shall hloom again; the groves with music.

ring. Child of distress;—when life's hlack storms

are fled. The rays of heav'nly Spring shall crown thy

head.

WINTER CEDING TO SPRING.

COwPER.

Where now the vital energy, that mov'd, While summer was, the pure and suhtle lymph

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Through lh' imperceptihle meand'rin? veins! Of leaf and flow'r 1 It sleeps ; and th' icy I

tonch Of nuprolific winter has impress'd A colii stagnation on the intestine tide: But let the months go round, a few short

months And all shall he restor'd. These nakert shoots, Barren as lances, among which the wind Makes wintry music, sighing as it goes, Shall put their graceful foliage on again, And more aspiring, and with ampler spread Shall hoast new charms, and more than

they have lost. Then each in its peculiar honours clad, Shall puhlish even to the distant eye Its family and trihe. Lahurnum, rich In streaming gold; syringa, iv'ry pure; The scentless and the scented rose; this red And of an humhler growth, the other tall* And throwing up into the darkest gloom Of neighh'iing cypress, or more sahle yew, Her silver gluhes, light as the foamy surf, That the wind severs fi om the hroken wave; The lilac, various in array, now white, Now sanguine, and her heauteous head now

set With purple spikes pyramidal, as if Studious of oi'nament, yet uuresolv'd Which hue she most approv'd, she chose

them all; Copious of flow'rs the woodhine, pale and

wan, But well compensating her sickly looks With never-cloying odours, early and late 1 Hypericum ail hloom, so thick a swarm Of llow'rs, like flies clothingherslender rods, That scarce a leaf appears: mezereon loo, Though leafless, well attir'd, and thick heset With hlushing wreaths, investing every

spray; Alltura with the purple eye; the hroom, Yellow and hright, as hullion unalloy'd, Her hlossoms; and luxuriant ahove all The jasmine, throwing wide her elegant

sweets, The deep dark green of whose ODvarnish'd

leaf Makes more conspicuous, and illumines more

* The guelder-rose.

The hright profusion of her scatter'd stars.— These have heen, and these shall he in their

day: And all this uniform uncolour'd scene Shall he dismantled of its fleecy load, And flush into variety again. From dearth to plenty, and from death tolife. Is Nature's progress, when she lectures uian In hcav'nly truth: evincing, as she makes The grand transition, that there lives and

works A soul in all thing; and that tout U God.

THE SEASONS MORALIZED.

Behold the changes of the skies,
And see the circling seasons rise;
Hence let the mournful truth refin'd,
Improve the heauty of the mind.
Winter late, with dreary reign,
Ruled the wide unjoyous plain;
Gloomy storms with solemn roar,
Shook the hoarse resounding shore;
Sorrow cast her sadness round,
Life and joy forsook the ground;
Death, with wild imperious sway,
Bade the expiring world decay.

Now, cast around thy raptur'd eyes,
And see the heauteous Spring arise;
See flowers invest the hills again,
And streams re-murmur o'er the plain.
Hark I Hark! the joy-inspiring groTe
Echoes to the voice of Love.
Balmy gales the sound prolong,
Wafting round the woodland song.

Such the scenes our life displays,
Swiftly fleet our rapid days,
The hour that rolls for ever on,
Tells us our years must soon he gone;
Sudden death, with mournful gloom,
Sweeps us downward to the tomh;
Life, and health, and joy, decay,
Nature sinks, and dies away.

But the soul in gayest hloom,
Disdains the hondage of the tomh;

Ascends ahove the clonds of even,
And raptur'd hails her native Heav'n,
Youth, and peace, and heauty, there
For ever dance around the year;
And endless joy invests the pole,
And streams of ceaseless pleasure roll;
Sighs, and joy, and grace divine,
With hright and lasting glory shine;
Jehovah's smile, with heavenly ray,
Diffuses clear unhounded day.

Winter has a joy for me,

While the Saviour's charms I read, Lowly, meek, from hlemish free,

In the snow-drop's pensive head.

Spring returns, and hrings along

Life's invigorating suns:
Hark! the turtle's plaintive aong

Seems to speak his dying groans.

Summer has a thousand charms,
All expressive of his worth;

'Tis his sun that lights and warms,
His, the air that cools the earth.

What, has Autumn left to say
Nothing of a Saviour's grace 1

Yes, the heams of milder day
Tell me of his smiling face.

Light appears with early dawn:
While the sun makes haste to rise,

See his hleeding heauties dawn
On the hlushes of the skies.

Ev'ning, with a silent pace,
Slowly moving in the west,

Shows an emhlem of his grace,
Points to an eternal rest.

HYMN ON THE SEASONS,

THOMSON.

These, as they change, Almighty Father!

these Are hut the varied God. The rolling year

Is full of Uice. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy heauty walks, thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields; the softening air is

halm; Echo the mountains round; the forest smiles; And every sense, and every heart is joy. Then comes thy glory in the Summer months With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling

year: And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks; And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By hrooks and groves, in hollow whispering gales. Thy hounty shines in Autumn unconfined. And spreads a common feast for all that live, In Winter, awful thou! with clouds and

storms Around thee thrown, tempest o'er tempest

roll'd, Majestic darkness! on the whirlwind's wing Riding suhlime, thou hidst the world adore, And humhlest nature with thy northern hlast.

Mysterious round! what skill, what force

divine, Deep felt, in these appear! a simple train, Yet so delightful mix'd, with such kind art, Such heauty and heneficence comhined; Shade, uuperceived, so softening into shade; And all so forming an harmonious whole; That, as they still succeed, they ravish still. But, wandering oft, with hrute unconscious

gaze, Man marks not thee; marks not the mighty

hand, That, ever husy, wheels the silent spheres; Works in the secret deep; shoots, streaming

thence, The fair profusion that o'erspreads the spring; Flings from the sun direct the flaming day; Feeds every creature; hurls the tempest

forth; And, as on earth this grateful change revolves, With transport touches all the springs of

life.

Nature, attend ! join, every living soul Beneath the spacious temple of the sky, In adoration join; and ardent raise One general song I To him, ye vocal gales, Breathe soft, whose spirit in your freshuess

hreathes: Oh, talk of him in solitary glooms! Where, o'er the rock, the scarcely waving

pine Fills the hrown shade with a religions aweAnd ye, whose holder note is heard afar, Who shake the astonish'd world, lift high to

heaven The impetnous song, and say from whom

yon rage. His praise, ye hrooks, attune; ye tremhliDg

rills; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself; Sound his stupendous praise; whose greater

voice Or hids you roar, or hids your roarings fall. Soft roll your incense, herhs, and fruits, and

flowers, In mingled clouds to him, whose snn exalts, Whose hreath perfumes you, and whose pen.

cil paints. Ye forests, hend; ye harvests, wave to him; Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart, As home he goes heneath the joyous moon. Great source of day! hest image here helow Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the vital ocean round, On nature write, with every heam, his praise. The thunder rolls; he hush'd the prostrate

world; While cloud to cloud returns the solemn

hymn. Bleat out afresh, ye hills; ye mossy rocks, Retain the sound: the hroad responsive low Ye valleys, raise; for the great Shepherd

reigns; And his unsuffering kingdom yet will come. Ye woodlands, all awake: a houndless song Burst from the groves; and, when the restless day,

Expiring, lays the warhling world asleep, Sweetest of hirds! sweet Philomela! charm The listening shades, and teach the night his praise.

Ye, chief, for whom the whole creation

smiles; At once the head, the heart, and tongue of all, Crown the great hymn! In swarming cititvast, Assemhled men to the deep organ join The long-resounding voice, oft hreaking

clear, At solemn pauses, through the swelling hase; And, as each mingling flame increases each, In one united ardour, rise to heaven. For me, when I forgot the darling theme, Whether the hlossom hlows, the summer ray Russets the plain, inspiring autumn gleams, Or winter rises in the hlackening east; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to heat. Should fate command me to the utmost verge Of the green earth, to distant harharous

climes, Rivers unknown to song, where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting heam Flames on th' Atlantic isles; 'tis nought to

me; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste, as in the city full; And where he vital hreathes there must he

joy. When even at last the solemn hour shall

come And wing my mystic flight to future worlds;

I cannot go

Where universal love not smiles around.
Sustaining all yon orhs, and all their suns,
From seeming evil still educing good,
And hetter thence again, and hetter still,
In infinite progression. But I lose
Myself in him, in light ineffahle!
Come, then, expressive silence! muse his

praise.

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