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An annual guest, in other lands,
Another spring to hail.
Thy sky is ever clear;
No winter in thy year!
We'd make, with social wing,
In the barn the tenant cock,
Close to Partlet perch'd on high, Briskly crows (the shepherd's clock !)
Jocund that the morning's nigh. Swiftly from the mountain's brow,
Shadows, nurs'd by night, retire ; And the peeping funbeam, now,
Paints with gold the village spire. Philomel forfakes the thorn,
Plaintive where she prates at night; And the lark, to meet the morn,
Soars beyond the faepherd's fight. From the low-roof'd cottage ridge,
See the chatt'ring fwallow spring; Darting through the one-arch'd bridge,
Quick the dips her dappled wing. Now the pine tree's waving top
Gently greets the morning gale ;
Dailies on the dewy dale.
(Restless till her talk be done,) Now the busy bee's employ'd,
Sipping dew before the fun. Trickling through the crevic'd rock,
Where the limpid Aream diltils, Sweet refreshment waits the flock,
When 'tis fun-drove from the hills."
Colin's for the promis'd corn
(Ere the harvest hopes are ripe) Anxious ; while the huntsman's horn,
Boldly founding, drowns his pipe.
On the white emblossom'd spray !
Echoes to the rising day.
Fervid on the glittring flood,
Now the noontide radiance glows ;
Not a dew-drop's left the rose.
Froin the fierce meridian heat,
Pendant o'er his grassy Yeat.
Where uncheck'd the sunbeams fall,
By the ivy'd abbey wall.
O'er the river, rock and hill,
Save the clack of yonder mill.
Where the streamlet wanders cool ;
Midway in the marshy pool.
Not a flutt'ring zephyr springs;
Scorch its soft, its filken wings.
Nature's lull’d, serene, and still !
Sleeping on the heath.clad hill.
Till the fresh descending show'r,
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 !
O'ER the heath the heifer strays
Free-(the furrow'd talk is done ;) Now the village windows blaze,
Burnith'd by the setting fun. Now he fets behind the hill,
Sinking from a golden fky : Can the pencil's mimic skill
Copy the refulgent dye? Trudging as the ploughmen go,
(To the smoking hamlet bound,) Giant-like their shadows grow,
Lengthen'd o'er the level ground. Where the rising forest spreads
Shelter for the lordly dome ! To their high-built airy beds,
See the rooks returuing home! As the lark, with vary'd tune,
Carols to the ev'ning loud ; Mark the mild resplendent mooo,
Breaking through a parted cloud! Now the hermit howlet peeps
From the barn or twisted brake ; And the blue milt flowly creeps,
Curling on the filver lake. As the trout in speckled pride,
Playful from its bosom fprings ; To the banks a ruffled tide
Verges in successive rings. Tripping through the filken grass
O'er the path-divided dale, Mark the role-complexion's lass
With her well-poil'd milking pail ! Linnets with unnunber'd notes,
And the cuckoo bird with two, Tuning sweet their mellow throats, Bid the setting fun adieu.
The Order of Nature. See, thro' this air, this ocean, and this eartha All matter quick, and bursting into birth. Above, how high progreffive life may go ! Around, how wide ! how deep extend below!. Valt chain of being ! which from God began, Nature etherial, 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 powers Were we to press, inferior might on ours; Or in the full creation leave a void, Where, one step broken, the great scale's destroy'd ; From nature's chain whatever link you 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 white,
Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part,
Cease than, nor ORDER imperfection name ; Our
proper bliss depends on what we blame.
How fure is their defence !
Their help Omnipotence.
Supported by thy care,
And breath'd in tainted air.
Made every region please ;
And smooth'd the Tyrrhene seas.
How, with affrighted eyes,
In all its horrors rise !
And fear in every heart,
O'ercame the pilot's art.
Thy mercy set me free ;