And the lark, to meet the morn,

Soars beyond the fhepherd's fight."

IV.

From the low-roof'd cottage ridge,

See the chatt'ring swallow spring; Darting through the one-arch'd bridge, Quick the dips her dappled wing.

V.

Now the pine-tree's waving top,
Gently greets the morning gale:
Kidlings, now, begin to crop
Daifies, on the dewy dale.

VI.

From the balmy fweet, uncloy'd,
(Restless till her task be done)

Now the bufy bee's employ'd
Sipping dew before the fun.

VII.

Trickling through the crevic'd rock,
Where the limpid stream diftils,

Sweet refreshment waits the flock

When 'tis fun-drove from the hills,

VIII.

Colin's for the promis'd corn

(Ere the harvest hopes are ripe) Anxious;---whilft the huntsman's horn, Boldly founding drowns his pipe.

IX.

Sweet,---O fweet, the warbling throng On the white embloffom'd fpray! Nature's universal song

Echos to the rifing day.

NOO N.

X.

FERVID on the glitt'ring flood,

Now the noontide radiance glows:

Drooping o'er its infant bud,

Not a dew-drop's left the rofe.

XI.

By the brook the fhepherd dines,
From the fierce meridian heat
Shelter'd by the branching pines,
Pendent o'er his graffy feat.

XII.

Now the flock forfakes the glade,

Where uncheck'd the fun-beams fall;

Sure to find a pleasing shade

By the ivy'd abbey wall.

Echo in her airy round,

XIII.

O'er the river, rock, and hill Cannot catch a fingle found,

Save the clack of yonder mill.

XIV.

Cattle court the zephyrs bland,

Where the streamlet wanders cool;

Or with languid filence stand

Midway in the marshy pool.

XV.

But from mountain, dell, or stream,
Not a flutt'ring zephyr springs:
Fearful least the noon-tide beam

Scorch its foft, its filken wings.

XVI.

Not a leaf has leave to stir,

Nature's lull'd---ferene---and still!

Quiet e'en the shepherd's cur,

Sleeping on the heath-clad hill.

XVII.

Languid is the landscape round,

Till the fresh descending shower, Grateful to the thirsty ground, Raifes ev'ry fainting flower.

XVIII.

Now the hill---the hedge---is green,
Now the warblers' throats in tune;
Blithfome is the verdant scene,

Brighten'd by the beams of Noon!

EVENING.

XIX.

O'ER the heath the heifer strays
Free;---(the furrow'd task is done)

Now the village windows blaze,
Burnish'd by the setting fun.

XX.

Now he fets behind the hill,
Sinking from a golden sky;
Can the pencil's mimic skill
Copy the refulgent dye ?

XXI.

Trudging as the plowmen go,

(To the fmoaking hamlet bound)

Giant-like their shadows grow,

Lengthen'd o'er the level ground.

XXII.

Where the rifing forest spreads

Shelter for the lordly dome,

To their high-built airy beds,

See the rooks returning home:
XXIII.

As the lark with vary'd tune,
Carols to the evening loud;
Mark the mild refplendent moon,
Breaking through a parted cloud!

XXIV.

Now the hermit howlet peeps

From the barn, or twisted brake; And the blue mift flowly creeps, Curling on the filver lake.

XXV.

As the trout in fpeckled pride,
Playful from its bofom fprings;

To the banks, a ruffled tide

Verges in fucceffive rings.

XXVI.

Tripping through the filken grafs,
O'er the path-divided dale,
Mark the rofe-complexion'd lafs
With her well-pois'd milken pail.
XXVII.

Linnets with unnumber'd notes,
And the cuckow bird with two,
Tuning sweet their mellow throats

Bid the fetting fun adieu.