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Or where the beetle winds

His fmall but fullen horn,

As oft he rifes 'midst the twilight path,
Against the pilgrim born in heedless hum,
Now teach me, maid compos'd,

To breathe some softened ftrain,

Whofe numbers ftealing through thy dark'ning vale,
May not unfeemly with its ftillness fuit,
As mufing flow, I hail

Thy genial love return!

For when thy folding ftar arifing fhews

His paly circlet, as his warning lamp
The fragrant Hours, and Elves

Who flept in flow'rs the day,

And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with fedge, And sheds the fresh'ning dew, and lovelier ftill,

The penfive Pleasures sweet
Prepare thy fhadowy car,

Then lead, calm Vot'refs, where fome fheety lake
Cheers the lone heath, or fome time-hallowed pile,
Or up-land fallows grey

Reflect its laft cool gleam.

But when chill bluft'ring winds, or driving rain,
Forbid my willing feet, be mine the hut,
That from the mountain's fide,

Views wilds, and fwelling floods,

And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd fpires,
And hears their fimple bell, and marks o'er all
Thy dewy fingers draw

The gradual dusky veil.

While fpring fhall pour his fhow'rs, as oft he won
And bathe thy breathing treffes, meekeft Eve!

While Summer loves to sport

Beneath thy ling'ring light:

While fallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves;
Or Winter yelling through the troublous air,
Affrights thy fhrinking train,

And rudely rends thy robes;

So long, fure-found beneath the Sylvan fhed,
Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, rofe-lip'd Health,
Thy gentleft influence own,
And hymn thy fav'rite name!

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WEET daughter of a rough and stormy fire,

Hoar Winter's blooming child; delightful Spring!
Whose unfhorn locks with leaves

And fwelling buds are crown'd;

From the green islands of eternal youth,
(Crown'd with fresh blooms, and ever-fpringing fhade)
Turn, hither turn thy step,

O thou, whofe powerful voice

More fweet than softeft touch of Doric reed,
Or Lydian flute, can footh the madding winds,
And thro' the ftormy deep

Breathe thy own tender calm,

Thee, beft belov'd! the virgin train await,
With fongs and feftal rites, and joy to rove


Thy blooming wilds among,

And vales and dewy lawns,

With untir'd feet; and cull thy earlieft fweets.
To weave fresh garlands for the glowing brow
Of him the favour'd youth

That prompts their whifper'd figh.

Unlock thy copious ftores; thofe tender showers
That drop their sweetness on the infant buds,
And filent dews that fwell

The milky ear's green stem,

And feed the flowering ofier's early shoots;
And call those winds which thro' the whifp'ring boughs
With warm and pleasant breath

Salute the blowing flowers,

Now let me fit beneath the whitening thorn

And mark thy fpreading tints fteal o'er the dale;
And watch with patient eye

Thy fair unfolding.charms.

O Nymph approach! while yet the temperate fun
With bathful forehead, thro' the cool moist air
Throws his young maiden beams,

And with chafte kiffes wooes

The earth's fair bofom; while the streaming veil
Of lucid clouds with kind and frequent shade

Protects thy modeft blooms

From his feverer blaze.


Sweet is thy reign, but short; the red dog-star
Shall scorch thy treffes, and the mower's fcythe
Thy greens, thy flow'rets all,
Remorfelefs fhall destroy.

Reluctant fhall I bid thee then farewel;

For O, not all that Autumn's lap contains,
Nor Summer's ruddieft fruits,

Can aught for thee atone,

Fair Spring! whofe fimpleft promise more delights
Than all their largest wealth, and thro' the heart
Each joy and new born hope

With foftest influence breathes.




HAPPY they! the happiest of their kind! Whom gentler stars unite, and in one fate Their hearts, their fortunes, and their beings blend. 'Tis not the coarfer tie of human laws,

Unnatural oft, and foreign to the mind,

That binds their peace, but harmony itself,

Attuning all their paffions into love;

Where friendship full exerts her fofteft power,

Perfect esteem, enliven'd by defire

Ineffable, and fympathy of foul;

Thought meeting thought, and will preventing will,
With boundless confidence: for nought but love

Can anfwer love, and render blifs fecure.


Let him, ungenerous, who alone, intenț
To bless himself, from fordid parents buys
The loathing virgin, in eternal care,
Well-merited, confume his nights and days:
Let barbarous nations, whose inhuman love
Is wild defire, fierce as the funs they feel;
Let eastern tyrants from the light of Heaven
Seclude their bofom-flaves, meanly poffefs'd
Of a mere lifeless, violated form:

While those whom love cements in holy faith,
And equal tranfport, free as nature live,
Difdaining fear. What is the world to them,
Its pomp, its pleasure, and its nonsense all?
Who in each other clasp whatever fair
High fancy forms, and lavish hearts can wish;
Something than beauty dearer, should they look
Or on the mind, or mind-illumin'd face;
Truth, goodnefs, honour, harmony and love,
The richest bounty of indulgent Heaven.
Mean-time a fmiling offspring rifes round,
And mingles both their graces. By degrees,
The human bloffom blows; and every day,
Soft as it rolls along, fhews fome new charm,
The father's luftre, and the mother's bloom.
Then infant reafon grows apace, and calls
For the kind hand of an affiduous care.
Délightful tafk! to rear the tender thought,
To teach the young idea how to shoot,
To pour the fresh inftruction o'er the mind,
To breathe th' enlivening fpirit, and to fix
The generous purpose in the glowing breast.
Oh fpeak the joy! ye whom the fudden tear


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