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Now the pine-tree's waving top

Gently greets the morning gale ;
Kidlings, now, begin to crop,

Daises on the dewy dale.
From the balmy sweets, uncloy'd,

(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.

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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,
Or with languid silence siand

Midway in the marshy pool.
But, from mountain, dell or stream,

Not a flutt'ring zephyr springs ;
Fearful lest the noontide beam

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,
Tuning sweet their mellow throats,
Bid the setting sun adieu. CUNNINGHAM

SECTION XX.

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

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strike, Tenth or ten thousandth, breaks the chain alike.

And, if each system in gradation roll,
Alike essential to the awasing whole,
The last confusion but in one, not all
That system onls, but the whole must tall.
Let earth, unbalanc'd from her orbit fly,
Plagets and sups run lawless thro' the sky;
Let ruling angels from their spheres be hurl'd,
Being on being wreck'd, and world on world;
Ileav'ns whole foundations to their centre nod,
And nature trembles to the throne of God.
All this dread ORDER break-for whom ! for thee?
Vile worm ! Oh madnees ! pride! impiety!

What if the foot, ordain'd the dust to tread,
Or hand, to toil, aspir’d to be the head?
What if the head, the eye, or ear repin'd
To serve mere engines to the ruling mind?
Just as absurd for any part to claim
To be another, in this gen'ral frame :
Just as absurd, to mourn the tasks or pains,
The great directing MIND OF ALL ordains.

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All are but parts of one stupendous whole,
Whose body nature is, and God the soul :
That, chang'd thro all, and yet in all the same,
Great in the earth, as in the ethereal frame;
Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze,
Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees;
Lives thro' all life, extends thro' all extent,
Spreads updivided, operates unspent;
Breathes in our soul, ioforms our mortal part,
As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart;
As full, as perfect, io vile man that mouros,
As the rap seraph that adores and buras :
To him no high, no low, no great, no small;
He fills, he boopds, connects, and equals all.

Cease then, nor ORDER imperfection name :
Our proper bliss depends on what we blame.
Know thy own point: this kind, this due degree
Of bliodness, weakness. Heav'n bestows on thee,
Subuit. In this, or any other sphere,
Secure to be as blest as thou canst bear :
Safe in the band of one disposing Pow'r,
Or in the natal, or the mortal hour.
All nature is but art, unknown to thee ;
All chance, direction, which thou canst oot see;
All discord, harmony not understood;
All partial evil, universal good :
And, spite of Pride, in erring Reason's epite,
One truth is clear-WH VER IS, IS BIGHT. POPI

SECTION XXI.
Confidence in Divine protection,
How are thy servants blest, 0 Lord !

How sure is their deferice!
Eternal wisdom is their guide,

Their help Omnipotence.
Io foreigo realms, and lands remote,

Supported by thy care,
Through burning climes I pass'd uphurt,

And breath'd in tainted air.
Thy mercy sweeten'd every soil,

Made every region please;

The hoary Alpine hills it warm’d,

And smooth'd the Tyrrhene seas
Think, O my soul, devoutly think,

How, with affrighted eyes,
Thou saw'st the wide-extended deep

In all its horrors rise !
Confusion dwelt in ev'ry face,

And fear in ev'ry heart,
When waves on waves, and gulfs in gulfs,

O'ercame the pilot's art.
Yet then, from all my griefs, O Lord,

Thy mercy set me free;
While in the confidence of prayer,

My soul took hold on thee.
For tho' in dreadful whirls we hung

High on the broken wave,
I knew thou wert not slow to hear,

Nor impotent to save.
The storm was laid, the winds retir'd,

Obedient to thy will;
The sea that roar'd at thy command,

At thy command was still.
In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths,

Thy goodness I'll adore;
And praise thee for thy mercies past,

And humbly hope for more.
My life, if thou preserve my life,

Thy sacrifice shall be;
And death, if death must be my doom;
Shall join my soul to thee

ADDISON.
SECTION XXII.
Hymn on the review of the seasons.
THESE, as they change, Almighty Father! these,
Are but the varied God. The rolling year
Is full of thee. Forth in the pleasing spring
Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love.
Wide flush the fields; the softening air is balm;
Echo the mountains round ;-the forest smiles;
Apd ev'ry sense, and ev'ry heart is joy.

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