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'Tis by thy secret, strong, attractive force, With thy own smile the yellow topaz burns. As with a chain indissoluble bound,

Nor deeper verdure dyes the robe of Spring, Thy system rolls entire: from the far bourne When first she gives it to the southern gale, Of utmost Saturn, wheeling wide his round Than the green emerald shows. But, all combined, Of thirty years, to Mercury, whose disk Thick through the whitening opal play thy beams; Çan scarce be caught by philosophic eye, Or, flying several from its surface, form Lost in the near effulgence of thy blaze. A trembling variance of revolving hues, Informer of the planetary train !

As the site varies in the gazer's hand. Without whose quickening glance their cumbrous The very dead creation, from thy touch, orbs

Assumes a mimic life. By thee refined, Were brute unlovely mass, inert and dead, In brighter mazes the relucent stream And not, as now, the green abodes of life! Plays o'er the mead. The precipice abrupt, How many forms of being wait on thee! Projecting horror on the blacken'd flood, Inhaling spirit; from the unfetter'd mind, Softens at thy return. The desert joys, By thee sublimed, down to the daily race, Wildly, through all his melancholy bounds. The mixing myriads of thy setting beam. Rude ruins glitter; and the briny deep, The vegetable world is also thine,

Seen from some pointed promontory's top, Parent of Seasons ? who the pomp precede Far to the blue horizon's utmost verge, That waits thy throne, as through thy vast domain, Restless, reflects a floating gleam. But this, Annual, along the bright ecliptic road,

And all the much-transported Muse can sing, In world-rejoicing state, it moves sublime. Are tv thy beauty, dignity, and use, Meantime, the expecting nations, circled gay Unequal far; great delegated source With all the various tribes of foodful carth, Of light, and life, and grace, and joy below! Implore thy bounty, or send grateful up

How shall I then attempt to sing of Him! A common hymn : while, round thy beaming car, Who, Light Himself, in uncreated light High-seen, the Seasons lead, in sprightly dance Invested deep, dwells awfully retired Harmonious knit, the rosy-fingered Hours, From mortal eye, or angel's purer ken; The Zephyrs floating loose, the timely Rains, Whose single smile has, from the first of time, Of bloom ethereal the light-footed Dews, Filld, overflowing, all those lamps of Heaven, And softened into joy the surly Storms. That beam for ever through the boundless sky: These, in successive turn, with lavish hand, But, should he hide his face, the astonish'd sun, Shower every beauty, every fragrance shower, And all the extinguish'd stars, would loosening Herbs, flowers, and fruits; and, kindling at thy reel touch,

Wide from their spheres, and Chaos come again. From land to land is flush'd the vernal year. And yet was every faltering tongue of Man,

Nor to the surface of enliven'd earth, ALMIGHTY FATHER! silent in thy praise ; Graceful with hills and dales, and leafy woods, Thy works themselves would raise a general voice, Her liberal tresses, is thy force confined: E'en in the depth of solitary woods But, to the boweld cavern, darting deep, By human foot untrol; proclaim thy power The mineral kinds confess thy mighty power. And to the choir celestial Thee resound, Effulgent, hence the veiny marble shines; The eternal cause, support, and end of all ! Hence Labour draws his tools; hence burnish'a To me be Nature's volume broad display'd ; War

And to peruse its all instructing page, Glearns on the day; the nobler works of Peace Or, haply catching inspiration thence, Hence bles3 mankind, and generous Commerce Some easy passage, raptured, to translate binds

My sole delight; as through the falling glooms The round of nations in a golden chain. Pensive I stray, or with the rising dawn

The unfruitful rock itself, impregn'd by thee, On Fancy's eagle-wing excursive soar. In dark retirement forms the lucid stone.

Now, flaming up the heavens, the potent sun The lively diamond drinks thy purest rays, Melts into limpid air the high-raised clouds, Collected light, compact ; that polish'd bright, And morning fogs, that hover'd round the hills And all its native lustre let abroad,

In party-colour'd bands ; till wide unveil'd Dares, as it sparkles on the fair one's breast, The face of Nature shines, from where earth With vain ambition emulate her eyes.

seems, At thee the ruby lights its deepening glow, Far-stretch'd around, to meet the bending sphere. And with a waving radiance inward flames. Half in a blush of clustering roses lost, From thee, the sapphire, solid ether, takes Dew-dropping Coolness to the shade retires; Its hue cerulean; and, of evening tinct, There, on the verdant turf, or flowery bed, The purple-streaming amethyst is thine. By gelid founts and careless rills to muse;

While tyrant Heat, dispreading through the sky, But chief to heedless flies the window proves
With rapid sway, his burning influence darts A constant death; where, gloomily retired,
On man, and beast, and herb, and tepid stream. The villain spider lives, cunning, and fierce,

Who can unpitying see the flowery race, Mixture abhorr'd! amid a mangled heap
Shed by the morn, their new-flush'd bloom resign, Of carcasses, in eager watch he sits,
Before the parching beam? so fade the fair, O’erlooking all his waving snares around.
When fevers revel through their azure veins. Near the dire cell the dreadless wanderer oft
But one the lofty follower of the sun,

Passes, as oft the ruffian shows his front; Sad when he sets, shuts up her yellow leaves, The prey at last ensnared, he dreadful darts, Drooping all night; and, when he warm returns, With rapid glide, along the leaning line; Points her enamour'd bosom to his ray.

And, fixing in the wretch his cruel fangs, Home, from his morning task, the swain re- Strikes backward grimly pleased; the fluttering treats;

wing His flock before him stepping to the fold : And shriller sound declare extreme distress, While the full-udder'd mother lows around And ask the helping hospitable hand. The cheerful cottage, then expecting food, Resounds the living surface of the ground: The food of innocence and health! the daw,

Nor undelightful is the ceaseless hum, The rock, and magpie, to the gray-grown oaks To him who muses through the woods at noon; That the calm village in their verdant arms,

Or drowsy shepherd, as he lies reclined, Sheltering, embrace, direct their lazy flight;

With half-shut eyes, beneath the floating shade Where on the mingling boughs they sit embower'd, Of willows gray, close crowding o'er the brook. All the hot noon, till cooler hours arise. Faint, underneath, the household fowls convene;'

Gradual, from these what numerous kinds deAnd, in a corner of the buzzing shade,

scend, The house-dog, with the vacant greyhound, lies, Evading e'en the microscopic eye? Out-stretch'd, and s'cepy. In his slumbers one

Full Nature swarms with life; one wondrous mass Attacks the nightly thief, and one exults

Of animals, or atoms organized, O'er hill and dale; till, waken'd by the wasp,

Waiting the vital breath, when parent Heaven They starting snap. Nor shall the Muse disdain Shall bid his spirit blow. The hoary fen, To let the little noisy summer race

In putrid streams, emits the living cloud Live in her lay, and flutter through her song:

Of pestilence. Through subterranean cells, Not mean though simple; to the sun ally'd,

Where searching sunbeams scarce can find a way, From him they draw their animating fire.

Earth animated heaves. The flowery leaf Waked by his warmer ray, the reptile young

Wants not its soft inhabitants. Secure, Come wing’d abroad; by the light air upborne,

Within its winding citadel, the stone Lighter, and full of soul. From every chink

Holds multitudes. But chief the forest boughs,

That dance unnumber'd to the playful brecze, And secret corner, where they slept away The wintry storms; or rising from their tombs,

The downy orchard, and the melting pulp

Of mellow fruit, the nameless nations feed
To higher life; by myriads, forth at once,
Swarming they pour; of all the varied hues

Of evanescent insects. Where the pool

Stands mantled o'er with green, invisible,
Their beauty-beaming parent can disclose.
Ten thousand forms, ten thousand different tribes, Amid the floating verdure millions stray.
People the blaze. To sunny waters some

Each liquid too, whether it pierces, sooths,
By fatal instinct fly; where on the pool

Inflames, refreshes, or exalts the taste,

With various forms abounds. Nor is the stream They, sportive, wheel: or, sailing down the stream, Are snatch'd immediate by the quick-eyed trout,' of purest crystal, nor the lucid air,

Though one transparent vacancy


scems, Or darting salmon. Thro' the green-wood glade

Void of their unseen people. These, conceal'd Some love to stray; there lodged, amused, and fed,

By the kind art of forming Heaven, escape
In the fresh leaf. Luxurious, others make
The meads their choice, and visit every flower,

The grosser eye of man: for, if the worlds
And every latent herb: for the sweet task,

In worlds inclosed should on his senses burst, To propagate their kinds, and where to wrap,

From cates ambrosial, and the nectar'd bowl, In what soft beds, their young yet undisclosed,

He would abhorrent turn; and in dead night, Employs their tender care. Some to the house,

When silence sleeps o'er all, be stunn'd with noise. The fold, and dairy, hungry bend their flight; Let no presuming impious railer tax Sip round the pail, or taste the curdling cheese; Creative Wisdom, as if ought was form’d Oft, inadvertent, from the milky stream

In vain, or not for admirable ends. They meet their fate; or, weltering in the bowl, Shall little haughty Ignorance pronounce With powerless wings around them wrapt, expire.' His works unwise, of which the smallest part

Exceeds the narrow vision of her mind? Embolden'd then, nor hesitating more,
As if upon a full proportion'd dome,

Fast, fast, they plunge amid the flashing wave,
On swelling columns heaved, the pride of art! And panting labour to the farthest shore.
A critic fly, whose feeble ray scarce spreads Repeated this, till deep the well-wash'd fleece
An inch around, with blind presumption bold, Has drunk the flood, and from his lively haunt,
Should dare to tax the structure of the whole. The trout is banish'd by the sordid stream;
And lives the man, whose universal eye Heavy, and dripping, to the breezy brow
Has swept at once the unbounded scheme of Slow move the harmless race: where, as they spread

Their swelling treasures to the sunny ray, Mark'd their dependance so, and firm accord, Inly disturb'd, and wondering what this wild As with unfaltering accent to conclude

Outrageous tumult means, their loud complaints That this availeth nought? Has any seen The country fill; and, toss'd from rock to rock, The mighty chain of beings, lessening down Incessant bleatings run around the hills. From Infinite Perfection to the brink

At last, of snowy white, the gather'd flocks Of dreary nothing, desolate abyss !

Are in the wattled pen innumerous press'd, From which astonish'd thought, recoiling, turns? Head above head: and ranged in lusty rows Till then alone let zealous praise ascend, The shepherds sit, and whet the sounding shears. And hymns of holy wonder, to that Power,

The housewife waits to roll her fleecy stores, Whose wisdom shines as lovely on our minds, With all her gay-drest maids attending round. As on our smiling eyes his servant-sun. One, chief, in gracious dignity enthroned,

Thick in yon stream of light, a thousand ways, Shines o'er the rest, the pastoral queen, and rays Upward, and downward, thwarting, and convolved, Her smiles, sweet-beaming, on her shepherd-king; The quivering nations sport; till, tempest-wing’d, While the glad circle round them yield their souls Fierce Winter sweeps them from the face of day. To festive mirth, and wit that knows no gall. E'en so luxurious men, unheeding, pass

Meantime, their joyous task goes on apace: An idle summer life in fortune's shine,

Some mingling stir the melted tar, and some, A season's glitter! thus they flutter on

Deep on the new-shorn vagrant's heaving side, From toy to toy, from vanity to vice;

To stamp the master's cypher ready stand; Till, blown away by death, oblivion comes

Others the unwilling wether drag along; Behind, and strikes them from the book of life. And, glorying in his might, the sturdy boy Now swarms the village o'er the jovial mead:

Holds by the twisted horns the indignant ram. The rustic youth, brown with meridian toil, Behold where bound, and of its robe bereft, Healthful and strong; full as the summer-rose By needy man, that all-depending lord, Blown by prevailing suns, the ruddy maid, How meek, how patient, the mild creature lies! Half naked, swelling on the sight, and all

What softness in its melancholy face, Her kindled graces burning o'er her cheek. What dumb complaining innocence appears! E'en stooping age is here; and infant hands Fear not, ye gentle tribes, 'tis not the knife Trail the long rake, or, with the fragrant load

Of horrid slaughter that is o'er you waved ; O'ercharged, amid the kind oppression roll.

No, 'tis the tender swain's well-guided shears, Wide flies the tedded grain; all in a row

Who having now, to pay his annual care, Advancing broad, or wheeling round the field, Borrow'd your fleece, to you a cumbrous load, They spread the breathing harvest to the sun, Will send you bounding to your hills again. That throws refreshful round a rural smell: A simple scene! yet hence Britannia sees Or, as they rake the green-appearing ground, Her solid grandeur rise : hence she commands And drive the dusky wave along the mead,

The exalted stores of every brighter clime, The russet hay-cock rises thick behind,

The treasures of the sun without his rage : In order gay. While heard from dale to dale, Hence, fervent all, with culture, toil, and arts, Waking the breeze, resounds the blended voice Wide glows her land: her dreadful thunder hence Of happy labour, love, and social glee.

Rides o'er the waves sublime, and now, e'en now, Or rushing thence, in one diffusive band, Impending hangs o'er Gallia’s humbled coast; They drive the troubled flocks, by many a dog Hence rules the circling deep, and awes the world. Compell’d, to where the mazy-running brook 'Tis raging noon; and, vertical, the sun Forms a deep pool; this bank abrupt and high, Darts on the head direct his forceful rays. And that fair-spreading in a pebbled shore. O'er heaven and earth, far as the ranging eye Urged to the giddy brink, much is the toil, Can sweep, a dazzling deluge reigns; and all The clamour much, of men, and boys, and dogs, From pole to pole is undistinguish'd blaze. Ere the soft fearful people to the flood

In vain the sight, dejected, to the ground Commit their woolly sides. And oft the swain, Stoops for relief; thence hot-ascending steams On some impatient seizing, hurls them in: And keen reflection pain. Deep to the root


of vegetation parch'd, the cleaving fields Light fly his slumbers, if perchance a flight And slippery lawn an arid hue disclose,

Of angry gad-lies fasten on the herd; Blast Fancy's bloom, and wither e'en the soul. That startling scatters from the shallow brook, Echo no more returns the cheerful sound In search of lavish stream. Tossing the foam, Of sharpening scythe: the mower sinking heaps They scorn the keeper's voice, and scour the plain, O’er him the humid hay, with flowers perfumed; Through all the bright severity of noon; And scarce a chirping grasshopper is heard While, from their labouring breasts, a hollow moan Through the dumb mead. Distressful Nature pants. Proceeding, runs low-bellowing round the hills. The very streams look languid from afar;

Oft in this season too the horse, provoked, Or, through the unshelter'd glade, impatient, seem While his big sinews full of spirits swell, To hurl into the covert of the grove.

Trembling with vigour, in the heat of blood, All-conquering Heat, oh intermit thy wrath! Springs the high fence; and, o'er the field effused, And on my throbbing temples potent thus Darts on the gloomy flood, with steadfast eye, Beam not so fierce! incessant still you flow, And heart estranged to fear: his nervous chest, And still another fervent flood succeeds,

Luxuriant, and erect, the seat of strength! Pour'd on the head profuse. In vain I sigh, Bears down the opposing stream: quenchless his And restless turn, and look around for night; Night is far off; and hotter hours approach. He takes the river at redoubled draughts; Thrice happy he! who on the sunless side And with wide nostrils, snorting, skims the wave. Of a romantic mountain, forest-crown'd,

Still let me pierce into the midnight depth Beneath the whole collected shade reclines:

Of yonder grove, of wildest largest growth: Or in the gelid caverns, woodbine-wrought, That, forming high in air a woodland quire, And fresh bedew'd with ever-spouting streams, Nods o'er the mount beneath. At every step, Sits coolly calm; while all the world without, Solemn and slow, the shadows blacker fall, Unsatisfied, and sick, tosses in noon.

And all is awful listening gloom around. Emblem instructive of the virtuous man,

These are the haunts of Meditation, these Who keeps his temper'd mind serene and pure, The scenes where ancient bards the inspiring And every passion aptly harmonized,

breath, Amid a jarring world with vice inflamed.

Ecstatic, felt; and, from this world retired, Welcome, ye shades! ye bowery thickets, hail Conversed with angels, and immortal forms, Ye lofty pines! ye venerable oaks!

On gracious errands bent: to save the fall Ye ashes wild, resounding o'er the steep! Of virtue struggling on the brink of vice; Delicious is your shelter to the soul,

In waking whispers, and repeated dreams, As to the hunted hart the sallying spring, To hint pure thought, and warn the favour'd soul Or stream full-flowing, that his swelling sides For future trials fated to prepare; Laves, as he floats along the herbaged brink. To prompt the poet, who devoted gives Cool, through the nerves, your pleasing comfort His muse to better themes; to sooth the pangs glides;

Of dying worth, and from the patriot's breast The heart beats glad; the fresh-expanded eye (Backward to mingle in detested war, And ear resume their watch; the sincws knit; But foremost when engaged) to turn the death; And life shoots swift through all the lighten'd limbs. And numberless such offices of love,

Around the adjoining brook, that purls along Daily, and nightly, zealous to perform. The vocal grove, now fretting o'er a rock,

Shook sudden from the bosom of the sky Now scarcely moving through a reedy pool, A thousand shapes or glide athwart the dusk, Now starting to a sudden stream, and now Or stalk majestic on. Deep-roused, I feel Gently diffused into a limpid plain;

A sacred terror, a severe delight, A various group the herds and flocks compose, Creep through my mortal frame; and thus, meRural confusion! on the grassy bank

thinks, Some ruminating lic; while others stand A voice than human more, the abstracted ear Half in the flood, and often bending sip

Of fancy strikes :-“Be not of us afraid, The circling surface. In the middle droops Poor kindred man! thy fellow-creatures, we The strong laborious ox, of honest front, From the same Parent-Power our beings drew, Which incomposed he shakes; and from his sides The same our Lord, and laws, and great pursuit. The troublous insects lashes with his tail, Once some of us, like thee, through stormy life, Returning still. Amid his subjects safe, Toild, tempest-beaten, ere we could attain Slumbers the monarch-swain; his careless arm This holy calın, this harmony of mind, Thrown round his head, on downy moss sustain'd; Where purity and peace immingle charms. Here laid his scrip, with wholesome viands fill'd; Then fear not us; but with responsive song, There, listening every noise, his watchful dog. Amid these dim receptes, undisturb'd

By noisy folly and discordant vice,

He clings, the steep-ascending eagle soars, Of Nature sing with us, and Nature's God. With upward pinions through the flood of day; Here frequent, at the visionary hour,

And, giving full his bosom to the blaze, When musing midnight reigns or silent noon, Gains on the sun; while all the tuneful race, Angelic harps are in full concert heard, Smit by afflictive noon, disordered droop, And voices chanting from the wood-crown'd hill, Deep in the thicket; or, from bower to bower The deepening dale, or inmost sylvan glade: Responsive, force an interrupted strain. A privilege bestow'd by us, alone,

The stock-dove through the forest coos, On Contemplation, or the hallow'd ear

Mournfully hoarse; oft ceasing feom his plaint, Of poet, swelling to seraphic strain.”

Short interval of weary wo! again And art thou, Stanley,* of that sacred band ? The sad idea of his murder'd mate, Alas, for us too soon! though raised above Struck from his side by savage fowler's guile, The reach of human pain, above the flight Across his fancy comes; and then resounds Of human joy; yet, with a mingled ray A louder song of sorrow. through the grove. Of sadly pleased remembrance, must thou feel Beside the dewy border let me sit, A mother's love, a mother's tender woe: - All in the freshness of the humid air: Who seeks thee still, in many a former scene; There in that hollow'd rock, grotesque and wild, Seeks thy fair form, thy lovely beaming eyes, An ample chair moss-lined, and over head Thy pleasing converse, by gay lively sense By flowering umbrage shaded; where the bee Inspired: where moral wisdom mildly shone, Strays diligent; and with the extracted balm Without the toil of art; and virtue glow'd, Of fragrant woodbine loads his little thigh. In all her smiles, without forbidding pride.

Now, while I taste the sweetness of the shade But, O thou best of parents! wipe thy tears;

While Nature lies around deep-lull’d in noon, Or rather to Parental Nature pay

Now come, bold Fancy, spread a daring flight, The tears of grateful joy, who for a while And view the wonders of the torrid zone: Lent thee this younger self, this opening bloom Climes unrelenting! with whose rage compared, Of thy enlighten'd mind and gentle worth. Yon blaze is feeble, and yon skies are cool. Believe the Muse: the wintry blast of death See, how at once the bright effulgent sun, Kills not the buds of virtue; no, they spread, Rising direct, swift chases from the sky Beneath the heavenly beam of brighter suns, The short-lived twilight; and with ardent blaze Through endless ages, into higher powers. Looks gaily fierce through all the dazzling air:

Thus up the mount, in airy vision wrapt, He mounts his throne; but kind before him sends, I stray, regardless whither; till the sound Issuing from out the portals of the morn, Of a near fall of water every sense

The general breeze, * to mitigate his fire, Wakes from the charm of thought: swift-shrink- And breathe refreshment on a fainting world. ing back,

Great are the scenes, with dreadful beauty crown'u I check my steps, and view the broken scene.

And barbarous wealth, that see, each circling year, Smooth to the shelving brink a copious flood Returning suns and double seasonst pass: Rolls fair, and placid; where collected all, Rocks rich in gems, and mountains big with mines, In one impetuous torrent, down the steep That on the high equator ridgy rise, It thundering shoots, and shakes the country Whence many a bursting stream auriferous plays: round.

Majestic woods, of every vigorous green, At first, an azure sheet, it rushes broad; Stage above stage, high waving o'er the hills; Then whitening by degrees, as prone it falls,

Or to the fair horizon wide diffused, And from the loud resounding rocks below

A boundless deep immensity of shade. Dash'd in a cloud of foam, it sends aloft Here lofty trees, to ancient song unknown, A hoary mist, and forms a ceaseless shower. The noble sons of potent heat and floods Nor can the tortured wave here find repose : Prone-rushing from the clouds, rear high to Heaven But, raging still amid the shaggy rocks,

Their thorny stems, and broad around them throw Now flashes o'er the scatter'd fragments, now

Meridian gloom. Here, in eternal prime, Aslant the hollow channel rapid darts;

Unnumbered fruits of keen delicious taste
And falling fast from gradual slope to slope,

And vital spirit, drink amid the cliffs,
With wild infracted course, and lessen'd roar,
It gains a safer bed, and steals, at last,

• Which blows constantly between the tropics from the Along the mazes of the quiet vale.

east, or the collateral points, the north east and south east; Invited from the cliff, to whose dark brow

caused by the pressure of the rarefied air on that before it, according to the diurnal motion of the sun from east to west.

† In all climates between the tropics, the sun, as he passes A young lady, who died at the age of eighteen, in the year and repasses in his annual motion, is twice a year vertical, 1738, upon whom Thomson wrote an Epitaph.

which produces this effect.

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