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SECTION XVII.

On an infant.

To the dark and silent tomb,
Soon I hasten'd from the womb :
Scarce the dawn of life began,
Ere I measur'd out my span.
I no smiling pleasures knew ;
I no gay delights could view:
Joyless sojourner was I,
Only born to weep and die.-
Happy infant, early bless'd!
Rest, in peaceful slumber, rest;
Early rescu'd from the cares,
Which increase with growing years.
No delights are worth thy stay,
Smiling as they seem, and gay;
Short and sickly are they all,
Hardly tasted ere they pall.
All our gaiety is vain,
All our laughter is but pain;
Lasting only, and divine,
Is an innocence like thine.

SECTION XVIII.

The Cuckoo.

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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 sun-beam, now
Paints with gold the village spire.
Philomel forsakes the thorn,

Plaintive where she prates at night; And the lark to meet the morn,

Soars beyond the shepherd's sight. From the low-roof'd cottage ridge, See the chatt'ring swallow spring; Darting through the one-arch'd bridge, Quick she dips her dappled wing. Now the pine-tree's waving top Gently greets the morning gale; Kidlings, now, 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.

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Trickling through the crevic'd rock, Where the limpid stream distils, Sweet refreshment waits the flock, When 'tis sun-drove from the hills. Colin's for the promis'd corn

(Ere the harvest hopes are ripe) Anxious; whilst the huntsman's horn 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.

NOON.

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,
Pendent o'er his grassy seat.
Now the flock 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 stand
Midway in the marshy pool.

But from mountain, deil,, 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!
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Blithsome is the verdant scene, Brighten'd by the beams of Noon!..

EVENING.

O'ER the heath the heifer strays
Free (the 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:
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Trudging as the ploughmen go,

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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 returning home!
As the lark, with vary'd tune,
Carols to the ev'ning loud;
Mark the mild resplendent moon,
Breaking through a parted cloud!'
Now the hermit owlet 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 springs;

To the banks a ruffled tide
Verges in 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 unnumber'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,
All matter quick, and bursting into birth.
Above, how high progressive life may go!
Around, how wide! how deep extend 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;
Or in the full creation leave a void,

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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,
Alike essential 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'n's whole foundations to their centre nod,
And nature tremble to the throne of God

All this dread ORDER break-for whom? for thee?
Vile worm! Oh madness! 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 :

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