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The pale descending year, yet pleasing still,

While there with thee th' enchanted round I walk A gentler mood inspires; for now the leaf

The regulated wild, gay Fancy then Incessant rustles from the mournful grove, Will tread in thought the groves of Attic land; Oft startling such as, studjoas, walk below, Will from thy standard taste refine her own, And slowly circles through the waving air. Correct her pencil to the purest truth But should a quicker breeze amid the boughs Of Nature, or, the unimpassion'd shades Sob, o'er the sky the leafy deluge streains; Forsaking, raise it to the human mind. Till chok'd, and matted with the dreary shower,

Or if hereafter she, with juster hand, The forest-walks, at every rising gale,

Shall draw the tragic scene, instruct her thou, Roll wide the wither'd waste, and whistle bleak, To mark the varied niovements of the heart, Fled is the blasted verdure of the fields;

What every decent character requires, And, shrunk into their beds, the flowery race And every passion speaks: 0, through her strain Their sunny robes resign, Ev'n what remain'd Breathe thy pathetic eloquence! that moulds Of stronger fruits falls froin the naked tree; Th’ attentive senate, charms, persuades, exalts, And woods, fields, gardens, orchards, all around Of honest zeal the indignant lightning throws, 1'he desolated prospect thrills the soul.

And shakes Corruption on her renal throne. He comes ! he comes ! in every breeze the power While thus we talk, and through Elysian vales Of philosophic Melancholy comes !

Delighted rove, perhaps a sigh escapes : His near approach the sudden-starting tear, What pity, Cobhamn, thou thy verdant files The glowing cheek, the mild dejected air,

Of order'd trees shouldst here inglorious range, The soften'd feature, and the heating heart,

Instead of squadrons flaming o'er the field, Pierc'd deep with many a virtuous pang, declare. And long embattled hosts! when the proud foe, O'er all the soul his sacred influence breathes ! The faithless vain disturber of mankind, Inflames imagination; through the breast

Insulting Gaul, has rous'd the world to war; Infuses every tenderness; and far

When keen, once more, within their bounds to press Beyond dim

Earth exalts the swelling thought. Those polish'd robbers, those ambitious slaves, Ten thousand thousand fleet ideas, such

The British youth would hail thy wise command, As never mingled with the vulgar dream,

Thy temper'd ardour, and thy veteran skill. Crowd fast into the mind's creative eye.,

The western Sun withdraws the shorten'd day; As fast the correspondent passions rise,

And humid Evening, gliding o'er the sky, As varied, and as high : devotion rais'd

In her chill progress, to the ground condens'd To rapture, and divine astonishment;

The vapours throws. Where creeping waters ooze, The love of Nature unconfin'd, and, chief, Where marshes stagnate, and where rivers wind, Of human race; the large ambitious wish, Cluster the rolling fogs, and swim along To make them blest ; the sigh for suffering worth The dusky-mantled lawn. Mean-while the Moon Lost in obscurity; the noble scorn

Full orb'd, and breaking through the scatter'd Of tyrant-pride; the fearless great' resolve ;

clouds, The wonder which the dying patriot draws,

Shows her broad visage in the crimson'd past. Inspiring glory through remotest time;

Turu'd to the Sun direct, her spotted disk, Th’awaken'd throb for virtue, and for fame; Where mountains rise, umbrageous dales descend, The sympathies of love, and friendship dear; And caverns deep, as optic tube descries, With all the social offspring of the heart.

A smaller Earth, gives us his blaze again, Oh, bear me to vast embowering shades, Void of its flame, and sheds a softer day, To twilight groves, and visionary vales;

Now through the passing cloud she seems to stoop, To weeping grottoes, and prophetic glooms ; Now up the pure cerulian rides sublime. Where angel forms athwart the solemn dusk Wide the pale deluge floats, and streaming mild Tremendous sweep, or seem to sweep along ;

O’er the sky'd mountain to the shadowy vale, And voices more than human, through the void

While rocks and foods reflect the quivering glcam, Deep-sounding, seize th' enthusiastic ear! The whole air whiteps with a boundless tide

Or is this gloom too much? Then lead, ye powers, of silver radiance, trembling round the world. That o'er the garden and the rural seat

But when half blotted from the sky her light, Preside, which shining through the cheerful land Fainting, permits the starty fires to burn In countless numbers blest Britannia sees;

With keener lustre through the depth of Heaven; 0, lead me to the wide-extended walks,

Or near extinct her deadend orb appcars, The fair majestic paradise of Stowe"!

And scarce appears, of sickly beamless white; Not Persian Cyrus on lonia's shore

Oft in this season, silent from the north E'er saw such sylvan scenes; such various art A blaze of meteors shoots : ensweeping first By genius fir'd, such ardent genius tam'd

The lower skies, they all at once converge By cool judicious art; that, in the strife,

High to the crown of Heaven, and all at once All-beauteous Nature fears to be outdone.

Relapsing quick as quickly reascend, And there, O Pitt, thy country's early boast, And mix, and thuart, extingui-h, and renew, There let me sit beneath the shelter'd slopes,

All ether coursing in a maze of light. Or in that temple ? where, in future times,

From look to look, contagious through the crowd, Thou well shalt merit a distinguish'd name;

The panic runs, and into wondrous shapes And, with thy converse blest, catch the last smiles Th' appearance throws : armies in meet array, Of Autumn beaming o'er the yellow woods. Throng'd with aërial spears and steeds of fire ;

Till the long lines of full-extended war · The seat of the lord viscount Cobham.

In bleeding fight cominix'd, the sanguine food

Rolls a broad slauglitcr o'er the plains of Heaven. ? The temple of Virtue in Stowe-gardens. As thus they scan the visionary scene,

Now black, and deep, the night begins to fall, but

On all sides swells the superstitious din,

Can you not borrow; and, in just retura, Incontinent; and busy Frenzy talks

Afford them shelter from the wintery winds? Of blood and battle ; cities overturn'd,

Or, as the sharp year pinches, with their own And late at night in swallowing earthquake sunk, Again regale thein on some smiling day? Or hideous wrapt in fierce ascending fame ; See where the stony bottom of their town Of sallow famine, inundation, storm;

Looks desolate, and wild, with here and there Of pestilence, and every great distress;

A helpless number, who the ruin'd state Empires subvers'd, when ruling Fate has struck Survive, lamenting weak, cast out to death. Th' unalterable hour : ev'n Nature's self

Thus a proud city, populous and rich, Is deem'd to totter on the brink of time.

Full of the works of peace, and high in joy,
Not so the man of philosophic eye,

At theatre or feast, or sunk in sleep,
And inspect sage; the waving brightness he (As late, Palermo, was thy fate) is seiz'd
Curious surveys, inquisitive to know

By some dread earthquake, and convulsive hurt'd The causes, and materials, yet unfir'd,

Sheer from the black foundation, stench involv'd, Of this appearance beautiful and new.

Into a gulf of blae sulphureous fame.

Hence every harsher sight! for now the day, A shade immense. Sunk in the quenching gloom, O'er Heaven and Earth diffys'd, grows warm, and Magnificent and vast, are Heaven and Farth. Infinite splendour! wide investing all. (high, Order confounded lies; all beauty void;

How still the breeze! save what the filmy threads Distinction lost; and gay

Of dew evaporate brushes from the plain. One universal blot : such the fair power

How clear the cloudless sky! how deeply ting'd Of light, to kindle and create the whole.

With a peculiar blue ! th ethereal arch Drear is the state of the benighted wretch, How swell'd immense ! amid whose azure thron'd Who then, bewilder'd, wanders through the dark, The radiant Sun how gay! how calm below Full of pale fancies, and chimeras buge;

The gilded Earth! the harvest-treasures all Nor visited by one directive ray,

Now gather'd in, beyond the rage of storms, From cottage streaming, or from airy hall. Sure to the swain ; the circling fence shut up; Perhaps, impatient as he stumbles on,

And instant Winter's utmost rage defy'd. Struck from the root of slimy rushes, blue, While, loose to festive joy, the country round The wild-fire scatters round, or gather'd trails Laughs with the loud sincerity of mirth, A length of flame deceitful o'er the moss :

Shook to the wind their cares. The toil-stang youth, Wbither decoy'd by the fantastic blaze,

By the quick sense of music taught alone, Now lost, and now renew'd, he sinks absorpt, Leaps wildly graceful in the lively dance. Rider and horse, amid the miry gulf:

Her every charm abroad, the village-toast, While still, from day to day, bis pining wife Young, buxom, warm, in native beauty rich, And plaintire children his return await,

Darts not unmeaning looks; and, where hér eye In wild conjecture lost. At other times,

Points an approring smile, with donble force, Sent by the better genius of the night,

'The cudgel rattles, and the wrestler twines. Innoxious, gleaming on the horse's mane,

Age too shines out; and, garrulous, recounts The meteor sits; and shows the narrow rath, The feats of youth. Thus they rejoice; nor think That winding leads through pits of death, or else That, with to morrow's Sun, their annual toil Instructs him how to take the dangerous ford. Begins again the never-ceasing round.

The lengthen'd nigiit elaps'd, the Morning shines Oh, knew he but his happiness, of inen Screne, in all her dewy beauty bright,

The happiest he! who, far from public rage, I'nfolding fair the last autunnal day.

Deep in the vale, with a choice few retir'd, And now the mounting Sun dispels the fog ; Drinks the pure pleasures of the rural life. [gate, The rigid hoar-frost melts before his beam; What though the dome be wanting, whose proud And hung on every spray, on every blade

Each morning, vomits out the sneaking crowd Of grass, the myriad dew-drops twinkle round. Of datterers false, and in their turn abus'd ?

Ab, see, where robb'd, and murder'd, in that pit Vile intercourse! What though the glittering robe, Lies the still hearing hive ! at evening snatch'd, Of every hne reflected light can give, Beneath the cloud of guilt-concealing night, Or floating loose, or stiff with mazy gold, And fix'd o'er sulphur: while, not dreaming ill, The pride and gaze of fools! oppress him not? Thc happy people, in their waxen cells,

What though, from utınost land and sea purveyed, Sat tedding public cares, and planning schemes For him each rarer tributary life Of temperance, for Winter poor; rejoic'd

Bleeds not, and his insatiate table heaps To mark, full flowing round, their copious storcs. With luxury and death? what though his bowl Sudden the dark oppressive steain ascends ; Flames not with costly juice : nor sunk in beds, And, us'd to milder scents, the tender race, Oft of gay care, he tosses out the night, By thousands, tumble from their boney'd domes, Or melts the thoughtless hours in idle state? Convolv'd, and agonizing in the dust.

What though he knows not those fantastic joys, And was it then for this you roand the Spring, That still amase the wanton, still deceire; Intent from flower to flower? for this you toil'd A face of pleasure, but a heart of pain ; Ceaseless the buming Summer-heats away) Their hollow moments undelighted all ? For this in Autumnn sarch'd the blooming waste, Sure peace is his; a solid life, estrang'd Nor lost one snov gleam? for this sad fate? To disappointment, and fallacions hope: n, man! tyrannie Jord! how long, how long, Rich in content, in Nature's bounty rich, Shall prostrate Xzure gran beneath your rage, In herbs and fruits; whatever greens the Spring, 4 waiting renovation. When oblig'd,

When Heaven descends in showers; or benis the Minst you destroy? Of their apibrosial food

bough

When Summer reddens, and when Autumn beams; | Disclos'd, and kindled, by refining frost,
Or in the wintery glebe whatever lies

Pours every lustre on th' exalted eye.
Conceal'd, and fattens with the richest sap : A friend, a book, the stealing liours secure,
These are not wanting; nor the milky drove, And mark them down for wisdom. With swift wing,
Luxuriant, spread o'er all the loving vale;

O'er land and sea imagination roamns; Nor bleating mountains ; nor the chide of streams, Or truth, divinely breaking on his mind, And hum of bees, inviting sleep sincere

Elates his being, and unfolds his powers ; Into the guiltless breast, beneath the shade,

Or in his breast heroic virtue burns. Or tiirown at large amid the fragrant bay ;

The touch of kindred too and love he feels; Nor aught besides of prospect, grove, or song, The modest eye, whose beams on lijs alone Dim grottoes, gleaming lakes, and fountains clear. Ecstatic shine ; the little strong embrace Here too dwells simple truth ; plain innocence; Of prattling children, twin'd around his neck, Unsullied beanty ; sound unbroken youth,

And emulous to please him, calling forth Patient of labour, with a little pleas'd;

The fond paternal soul. : Nor purpose gay, Health ever blooming; unambitious toil ;

Amusement, dance, or song, he sternly scorns ; Calin contemplation, and poetic ease.

For happiness and true philosophy
Let others brave the food in quest of gain, Are of the social still, and smiling kind.
And beat, for joyless months, the gloomy wave.

This is the life which those who fret in guilt, Let such as deem it glory to destroy,

And guilty cities, never knew; the life, Rush into blood, the sack of cities seek;

Led by primeral ages, uncorrupt, l'npierc'd, exulting in the widow's wail,

When angels dwelt, and God bimself, with man! The virgin's shriek, and infant's trembling cry. Oh, Nature ! all-sufficient! over all ! Let some, far distant froin their native soil, Enrich me with the knowledge of thy works! Urg'd or by want or harden'd avarice,

Snatch me to Heaven; thy rolling wonder there, Find other lands beneath another Sun.

World beyond world, in infinite extent, Let this through cities work his eager way,

Profusely scatter'd o'er the blue immense, By regal outrage and establish'd guile,

Show ine; their motions, periods, and their laws, The social sense extinct, and that ferment Give me to scan; through the disclosing deep Mad into tumult the seditions herd,

Light my blind way; the mineral strata there; Or melt them down to slavery. Let these Thrust, blooming, thence the vegetable world ; Inshare the wretched in the toils of law,

O'er that the rising system, more complex, Fomenting discord, and perplexing right,

Of animals; and higher still, the mind, An iron race! and those of fairer front,

The varied scene of quick-compounded thought, But equal inhumanity, in courts,

And where the mixing passions endless shift; Dejnsive pomp, and dark cabals delight;

Tnese ever open to my ravish'd eye; Wreathe the deep bow, diffuse the lying smile, A search, the flight of time can ne'er exbaust! And tread the weary labyrinth of state.

But if to that unequal; if the blood, While he, from all the stormy passions free In sluggish streams about my heart, forbid That restless men involve, hears, and but hears,

That best ambition ; under closing shades, At distance safe, the human tempest roar,

Inglorious, lay me by the lowly brook, Wrapt close in conscious peace. The fall of kings, And whisper to my dreams. From the begin, The rage of nations, and the crush of states,

Dwell all on thce, with thee conclude my son
Move not the man, who, from the world escap'd, And let me never, never stray from thee!
In still retreats, and flowery solitudes,
To Nature's roice attends, from month to month,
And day to day, through the revolving year;
Admiring sees her in her every shape ;

WINTER. 1726.
Feels all her swert emotions at bis heart;
Takes what she liberal gives, nor thinks of more.
He, when young Spring protrudes the bursting

ARGUMENT.
geins,
Marks the first bud, and sucks the healthful gale

The subject proposed. Address to the eart of Into his freshen'd soul, her genial hours

Wilmington. first approach of Winter. Ac.

cording to the natural course of the Season, vaHe full enjoys; and not a beauty blows,

rious storms described. Rain. Wind. Snow. And not an opening blossom breathes in vaig. In Summer he, beneath the living shade,

The driving of the snows: a man porishing Such as v'er frigid 'Tempe wont to wave,

among them ;, whence reflections on the wants

and iniseries of human life. The wolvis desa Or Hemus cool, reails what the Muse, of these, Perhaps, has in immortal onmberi sung;

cending froin the Alps and Apennines. A winter

evening described : as spent bę philosophers ; Or what she dictates writes: and oft, an eye Shot round, rejoices in the vigorous year.

by the country people; in the city. Frost.When Autumn's yellow lustre gilds the world,

A view of Winter witbin the polar circle.

thaw. The whole concluding with, moral reAnd tempts the sickled swain into the field, Seiz'd by the general joy, his heart distends

ficctious on a future state.
With gentle throws ; and through the tepid glcams
Deep musing, then he best exerts bis song.
E'en Winter, wild to him, is full of bliss.

See, Winter comes, to rule the varicd year, The mighty tempest, and the hoary waste,

Sullen aud saj, with all his rising traia, - Abrupt, and deep, stretch'd o'er the buried earth, l'apours, and clouds, wnd sturios

Be these iny Awake to sol-ion thought At night the skies,

these

'These! that exalt the soul to solemn thought, Wrapt in black glooms. First joyless rains obscure And Heavenly musing. Welcome, kindred glooms! | Drive through the mingling skies with vapour found; Congenial horrours, hail ! with frequent foot, Dash on the mountain s brow, and shake the woods, Pleas'd have , in my cheerful morn of life, That grumbling wave below. Th’ unsightly plain When nurs'd by careless solitude I liv'd,

Lies a brown deluge; as the low-beat clouds And sung of Nature with unceasing joy,

Pour flood on flood, yet unexhausted still Pleas'd have I wander'd through your rough Coinbine, and deepening into night shut up domain;

The day's fair face. The wanderers of Heaven, Trod the pure virgin-snows, myself as pure; Each to his home, retire ; save those that love Heard the winds roar, and the big torrent burst; To take their pastiine in the troubled air, Or seen the deep fermenting tempest brew'd Or skimming flutter round the dimply pool In the grim evening sky. Thus pass'd the time, The cattle from th' untasted fields returo, Till through the lucid chainbers of the south And ask, with meaning lowe, their wouted stalls, Look'd out the joydus Spring, louk'd out, and Or ruminate in the contiguous shade.

To thee, the patron of her first essay, (smil'd. i Thither the houshold feathery people crowd, The Muse, o Wilmington! renews her song. The crested cock, with all his feinale train, Since has she rounded the revolving year: Pensive, and dripping; while the cottage-hind Skimm'd the gay Spring ; on eagle-pinions borne, Hangs o'er th' eplivening blaze, and taleful there Attempted through the Summer-blaze to rise ; Recounts his simple frolic: much he talks,

Then swept o'er Autumn with the shadowy gale ; And much he laughs, nor recks the storm that And now among the wintery clouds again,

blows Roll'd in the doubling storin, she tries to soar; Without, and rattles on his humble roof. To swell her note with all the rushing winds ; Wide o'er the brim, with many a torrent swelld, To suit her sounding cadence to the toods ; And the mix'd ruin of its banks o'erspread, As is her theme, her numbers wildly great: At last the rous'd up river pours along: Thrice happy! could she fill thy judging car Resistless, roaring, dreadful, down it comes, With bold description, and with manly thought. From the rude mountain, and the mossy wild, Nor art thou skill'd in aweful schemes alone, Tumbling through rocks abrupt, and sounding far; And how to make a mighty people thrive: Then o'er the sanded valley Hoating spreads, But equal goodness, sound integrity,

Calm, sluggish, silent ; till again, constrain'd A firm unshaken uncorrupted soul

Between two meeting hills, it bursts away, Amid a sliding age, and burning strong,

Where rocks and woods oerhang the turbid stream; Not vainly blazing for thy country's weal,

There gathering triple force, rapid, and deep, A steady spirit regularly free;

It boils, and wheels, and foams, and thunders These, each exalting each, the statesman light

through. Into the patriot; these, the public hope

Nature! great parent! whose unceasing hand And eye to thee converting, bid the Muse

Rolls round the seasons of the changeful year, Record what envy dares not flattery call.

How mighty, how majestie, are thy works ! Now when the cheerless empire of the sky With what a pleasing dread they swell the soul! To Capricorn the Centaur Archer yields,

That sees astonishid! and astonish'd sings! And berce Aquarius stains th' inverted year; Ye too, ye winds! that now begin to blow, Hung o'er the farthest verge of Heaven, the Sun With boisterous sweep, I raise my toice to you. Scarce spreads through ether the dejected day. Where are your stores, ye powerful beings! say, Faint are his gicams, and ineffectual shoot

Where your atrial magazines reserv'd, His struggling rays, in horizontal lines,

To swell the brooding terrours of the storm? Through the thick air ; as, cloth'd in cloudy storm, In what far distant region of the sky, Weak, wan, and broad, he skirts the southern sky; | Hush'd in deep silence, sleep ye uhea 'tis calm? And, soon-descending, to the long dark night, When froin the pallid sky the Sun descends, Wide-shading all, the prostrate world resigns. With many a spot, that o'er bis glaring orb Nor is the night unwish'd ; while vital heat, Uncertain warders, stain'd ; red fiery streaks Light, life, and joy, the dubious day forsake. Begin to flush around. The reeling clouds Meantime, in sable cincture, shadows vast, Stagger with dizzy poise, as doubting yet Deep-ting'd and damp, and congregated clouds, Which master to obey : while rising slow, And all the vapoury turbulence of Heaven, Blank, in the leaden-colour'd east, the Moon Involve the face of things. Thus Winter falls, Wears a wan circle ronnd her blunted horns. A heavy gloom oppressive o'er the world,

Seen through the turbid luctuating air, Through Nature shedding influence malign, The stars obtuse emit a shiver'd ray; And rouses up the seeds of dark disease.

Or frequent seen to shoot athwart the gloom, The soul of man dies in him, loathing life, And long behind them trail the whitening blaze. And black with more than melancholy views. Snatch'd in short eddies, plays the wither'd lcal; The cattle droop; and o'er the furrow'd land, And on the flood the dancing feather floats. Fresh from the plough, the dun discolour'd flocks, With broaden'd nostrils to the sky up-turu'd, Untended spreading, crop the wholesome root. The conscious heifer snuffs the stormy gale. Along the woods, along the moorish fens,

Ev'n as the matron, at her nightly task, Sighs the sad Genius of the coming storın; With pensive labour draws the flaxen thread, And up among the loose disjointed cliffs,

The wasted taper and the crackling flame And fractur'd mountains wild, the brawling brook Foretell the blast. But chief the plumy race, And cave, presageful, send a hollow moan, The tenants of the sky, its changes speak. Resounding long in listening Fancy's car.

Retiring from the downs, where all day long Then comes the father of the tempest forth, They pick'd their scanty fare, a blackening train

Of clamorous rooks thick urge their weary fight, Where now, ye lying vanities of life!
And seek the closing shelter of the grove;

Ye ever-tempting, ever-cheating train !
Assiduous, in his bower, the wailing owl

Where are you now? and what is your amount? Plies his sad song. The cormorant on high Vexation, disappointment, and reinorse. Wheels from the deep, and screams along the Sad, sickening thought! and yet deluded man, land.

A scene of crude disjointed visions past, Loud shrieks the soaring hern; and with wild wing And broken slumbers, rises still resolv'd, The circling sea-fowl cleave the flaky clouds. With new-flush'd hopes, to run the giddy round. Ocean, unequal press'd, with broken tide

Father of light and life ! thou good Supreme ! And blind commotion heaves; while from the O, teach me what is good! teach me Thyself! shore,

Save me from folly, vanity, and vice, Eat into caverns by the restless wave,

From every low pursuit ! and feed my soul And forest-rustling mountains, comes a voice, With knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue pure; That solemn sounding bids the world prepare. Sacred, substantial, never-fading bliss ! Then issues forth the storm with sudden burst, The kcener tempests rise: and fuming dun And burls the whole precipitated air,

From all the livid east, or piercing north, Down, in a torrent. On the passive main

Thick clouds ascend ; in whose capacious womb Descends th'ethereal force, and with strong gust A vapoury deluge lies, to snow congeal'd. Turns from its bottom the discolourd deep. Heavy they roll their fleecy world along; Through the black night that sits immense around, And the sky saddens with the gather'd storm. Lash'd into foam, the fierce conflicting brine Through the hush'd air the whitening shower Seems o'er a thousand raging waves to burn :

descends, Meantime the mountain-billows to the clouds At first thin wavering; till at last the flakes In dreadful tumult swell'd, surge above surge, Fall broad, and wide, and fast, dimming the day, Burst into chaos with tremendous roar,

With a continual flow. The cherish'd fields And anchor'd navies from their stations drive, Put on their winter-robe of purest white. Wild as the winds across the howling waste 'Tis brightness all; save where the new snow melts Of mighty waters : now th’ inflated wave

Along the mazy current. Low, the woods Straining they scale, and now impetuous shoot Bow their hoar head; and, ere the languid Sun Into the secret chambers of the deep,

Faint from the west emits his evening ray, The wintery Baltic thundering o'er their head.. Earth's universal face, deep hid, and chill, Emerging thence again, before the breath Is one wide dazzling waste, that buries wide Of full-exerted Heaven they wing their course,

The works of man. Drooping, the labourer-ox And dart on distant coasts; if some sharp rock,

Stands cover'd o'er with snow, and then demands Or shoal insidious break not their career,

The fruit of all his toil. The fowls of Heaven, And in loose fragments fling them floating round.

Tain'd by the cruel season, crowd around Nor less at land the loosen'd tempest reigns. The winnowing store, and claim the little boon The mountain thunders; and its sturdy sons

Which Providence assigus them. One alone, Stoop to the bottom of the rocks they shade. The red-breast, sacred to the household gods, Lone on the midnight steep, and all aghast,

Wisely regardful of th' embroiliog sky, The dark wav-tariog stranger breathless toils,

In joyless fields, and thorny thickets, leaves And, often falling, clinbs against the blast. His shivering inates, and pays to trusted man Low waves the rooted forest, vex'd, and sheds

His annual visit. Half-afraid he first What of its tarnish'd honours yet remain;

Against the window beats; then, brisk, alights Dash'd down, and scatter'd, by the tearing wind's on the warm hearth; tben, hopping o'er the floor, Assiduous fury, its gigantic limbs.

Eyes all the smiling family askance. Thus struggling through the dissipated grove,

And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he is : The whirling tempest raves along the plain ; 'Till more familiar grown, the table-crumbs And on the cottage thatch'd, or lordly roof,

Attract his slender feet. The foodless wilds Keen-fastening, shakes them to the solid base. Pour forth their brown inhabitants. The hare, Sleep frighted flies; and round the rocking dome, Though timorous of heart, and bard beset For entrance eager, howls the savage blast.

By death in various forms, dark snares, and dogs, Then too, they say, through all the burden'd air, And more unpitying inen, the garden seeks, Long groans are heard, shrill sounds, and distant Urg'd on by fearless want. The bleating kind That, utter'd by the demon of the night, [sighs, Eye the bleak Heaven, and next the glistening Warn the devoted wretch of woe and death.

Earth Huge uproar Jords it wide. The clouds coin

With looks of dumb despair ; then, sad-dispers’d, With stars swift gliding sweep along the sky. [mixt Dig for the wither'd herb through beaps of snow. All Nature reels : till Nature's King, who oft Now, shepherds, to your helpless charge be Amid tempestuous darkness dwells alone,

Baffle the raging year, and fill their penns [kind; And on the wings of the careering wind

With food at will; lodge them below the storm, Walks dreadfully serene, commands a calm;

And watch them strict : for from the bellowing East, Then strait air, sea, and earth, are hush'd at once. In this dire season, oft the whirlwind's wing

As yet 'tis midnight deep. The weary clouds, Sweeps up the burthen of whole wintery plaints Slow-meeting, mingle into solid gloom.

At one wide waft, and o'er the hapless flocks, Now, while the drowsy world lies lost in sleep, Hid in the hollow of two neighbouring hills, Let me associate with the serious Night,

The billowy tempest whelms; till, upward urg'd, And Contemplation her sedate compeer ;

The valley to a shining mountain swells, Let me shake off th' intrusive cares of day, Tipt with a wreath high-curling in the sky. And lay the meddling senses all aside.

As thus the snows arise; and foul, and fierce,

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