Now the pine tree's waving top
Gently greets the morning gale;
Kidlings Low begin to crop
Daisies on the dewy dale.
From the balmy sweets uncloy'd,
(Restless till her task be done,),
Now the busy bee's employ'd
Sipping dew before the sun.
Trickling through the crevic'd rock,
Where limpid stream distils,
Sweet refreshment waits the flock,
When 'us sun drove from the hills.
Colin's for the promis'd cora
(Ere the harvest hopes are ripe) Anxious; whilst the huntsman's born, Boldly sounding drowns his pipe.
Sweet, O sweet the warbling throng,
On the white emblossom'd spray!
Nature's universal song
Echoes to the rising day.
FERVID on the glitt'ring flood,
Now the noontide radiance glows: Drooping o'er its infant bud,
Not a dew drop's left the rose.
By the brook the shepherd dines,
From the fierce meridian heat,
Shelter'd by the branching pines,
Pendant o'er his grassy seat.
Now the flock forsakes the glade, Where uncheck'd the sunbeams fall,
Sure to find a pleasing shade
By the ivy'd abbey wall.
cho, in her airy round,
or the river, rock, and hiß,
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 stand
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 1 Quiet e'en the shepherd's cur, Sleeping on the heath clad hill.
Languid is the landscape round,
Till the fresh desceuding show'r;
Grateful to the thirsty ground,
Raises ev'ry fainting flower.
Now the hill, the hedge, are green,
Now the warbler's throat's in tune;
Blithsone is the verdant scene,
Brighten'd by the beams of noon!
O'ER the heath the heifer strays,
Free, (he furrow'd task is done;)
Now the village windows blaze,
Burnish'd 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 bound, ant like their shadows grow, Lengthen'd o'er the level ground.,
THE ORDER OF NATURE.
BEE thro' this air, this ocean, and this earth,
All matter quick, and bursting into birth,
Above, how high progressive life may get
Around, how wide! how deep extend below!
Vast 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 pow'r
Were we to press, inferior might on ours
r in the full creation leave a void,
Were 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,
Alike cssential to th'amazing whole,
The least confusion but in one. not all
That system only, but the whole must fall.
Let earth unbalanc'd from her orbit fly.
Planets and suns run lawless thro' the sky:
Let ruling angels from their spheres be hurl'd,
Being on being wreck'd and world on world ;-
Heav'ns whole foundation to the centre nod,
And nature trembles to the throne of God.
All this dread ORDER break for whom? for thee?
Vile worm? Oh madness! price! 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 more engines to the ruling mind?
Just as absurd for part to claim
To be another in gen⚫ frame:
Just as absurd to mourn the tasks or pains,
The great directing MIND OF ALL ordains.
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 earth, as in th'etherial fiame;
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 undivided, operates unspent ;
Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part
As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart;
As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns,
As the rapt seraph that adores and buras;
To him no high, no low, no great, no small;
He fills, he bounds, 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 blindness, weakness, Heav'n bestows on thee. Submit. In this or any other sphere,
Secure to be as blest as thou canst bear:
Safe in the hand 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 not see;
All discord, harmony not understood;
All partial evil, universal good:
And spite of Pride, in crring Reason's spite,
One truth is clear, WHATEVER IS, IS RIGHT.
CONFIDENCE IN DIVINE PROTECTION
How are thy servants blest, O Lord!.
How sure is their defence! Eternal wisdom is their guide,
Their help Omnipotence...
La foreign realms and lands remote,
Supported by thy care,
Through burning climes I pass'd unhurt,
And breathed in tainted air.
Thy mercy sweeten'd ev'ry soil,
Made ev'ry 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 ju ev'ry face,
And fear in ev'ry heart,
When waves on waves, and gulfs in gulf
O'ercame the pilot's art.
Yet then from all my griefs, O Lord,
Thy mercy set me free;
While in the confidence of pray'r
My soul took hold on thee.
For tho' in dreadful whirls we bung-
High on the broken wave,
I knew thou wert not slow to hear,
Nor impotent to save.
e storm was laid, the winds retir'd
bedient to thy will.
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