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Now the pine-tree's waving top
Gently greets the morning gale ;
Daises on the dewy dale.
(Restless till her task be done, ] Now ibe busy bee's employ'd,
Sipping dew before the sun. Trickling through the crevic'd rock,
Where the limpid stream distils, Sweet refreshment waits the flock,
When 'tis sun-drove from the bills. Colin's for the promis'd corn
(Ere the harvest hopes are ripe) Anxious ;-while the huntsman's horn,
Boldly sounding, drowns his pipe Sweet sweet, the warbling throng, On the white embloss om'd spray
! Nature's universal song
Echoes to the rising day.
Noon. Fervid on the glitt'ring flood,
Now the noon-tide radiance glows : Drooping o'er its infant bud,
Not a dew-drop's left the rose. By the brook the shepherd dines,
Froin the fierce meridian heat, Shelter'd by the branching pines,
Pendant o'er his grassy seat. Now the fock forsakes the glade,
Where uncheck'd the sun-beams fall, Sure to find a pleasing shade,
By the ivy'd abbey wall. Echo in her airy round,
O’er the river, rock, and hill, Cannot catch a single sound,
Save the clack of yonder mill. Cattle court the zephyrs bland,
Where the streamlet wanders cool,
Midway in the marshy pool.
Not a flutt'ring zephyr springs ;
Scorch its soft, its silken wings.
Not a leaf has leave to stir,
Nature's lull'd-serene--and still ! Quiet e'en the shepherd's cur,
Sleeping on the heath-c ad hill. Languid is the landscape round,
Till the fresh descending show'r, Gratetul to the thirsty ground,
Raises ev'ry fainting flow'r. Now the hill-the hedge-are green;
Now the warblers' throats in tune ; Blithsome is the verdant scene, Brighten'd by the beams of Noon!
Evening. O'ER the heath the heifer strays
Free-(the furrow'd lask is Gone ;) Now the village windows blaze,
Burnished by the setting sun. Now he sets behind the hill,
Sinking from a golden sky: Can the pencil's mimic skill
Copy the refulgent dye? Trudging as the ploughmen go,
(To the smoking hamlet hound,) Giant-like their sbadows grow
Lengthen'd o'er the level ground. Where the rising forest spreads
Shelter for the lordiy dome ! To their high-built airy beds,
See the rooks returning home As the lark, with vary'd tune,
Carols to the ev'niag loud ; Mark the mild resplended moon,
Breaking through a parted cloud ! Now the hermit howlet peeps
From the barn or twisted brake : And the blue mist slowly creeps,
Curling on the silver lake. As the trout in speckled pride,
Playful from its bosom springe ; To the banks a ruffled tide
Verges ir successive rings. Tripping through the silken grass
O'er the path-divided dale, Mark the rose-complexion d lass
With her well.pois'd milking pail!
Linnets with ungu mber'd notes,
And the cuckoo bird with two,
The order of nature. See thro' this air, this ocean, and this earth, Ali matter quick, and bursting into birth. Above, how high progressive life may go ! Around, how wide! how deep estend below! Vast chain of being! which from God began, Nature ethereal, human; angel, man ; Beast, bird, fish, insect, what no eye can see, No glass can reach ; from infinite to thee, From thee to nothing. On superior pow'rs Were we to press, inferior might on ours ; 0. in the full creation leave a yoid, Where, one step broken, the great scale's destroy'd : From nature's chain whatever hok
strike, Tenth or ten thousandth, breaks the chain alike.
And, if each system in gradation roll,
What if the foot, ordain'd the dust to tread,
All are but parts of one stupendous whole,
Cease then, nor ORDER imperfection name :
How sure is their deferice!
Their help Omnipotence.
Supported by thy care,
And breath'd in tainted air.
Made every region please;
The hoary Alpine hills it warm’d,
And smooth'd the Tyrrhene seas
How, with affrighted eyes,
In all its horrors rise !
And fear in ev'ry heart,
O'ercame the pilot's art.
Thy mercy set me free;
My soul took hold on thee.
High on the broken wave,
Nor impotent to save.
Obedient to thy will;
At thy command was still.
Thy goodness I'll adore;
And humbly hope for more.
Thy sacrifice shall be;