Unnatural oft, and foreign to the Mind,

Which bends their Peace, but Harmony itself,
Attuning all their Paffions into Love;

Where Friendship full-exerts his foftest Power,

Perfect Efteem enliven❜d by Defire

Ineffable, and Sympathy of Soul,

Thought meeting Thought, and Will preventing Will,
With boundless Confidence; for nought but Love
Can answer Love, and render Bliss secure.
Let him, ungenerous, who, alone intent

To bless himself, from fordid Parents buys
The loathing Virgin, in eternal Care,
Well-merited, confume his Nights and Days.
Let barbarous Nations, whofe inhuman Love
Is wild Defire, fierce as the Suns they feel,
Let Eaftern Tyrants from the Light of Heaven
Seclude their Bofom-flaves, meanly poffeft

Of a meer, lifelefs, violated Form:

While thofe whom Love cements, in holy Faith,
And equal Tranfport, free as Nature, live,
Difdaining Fear; for what's the World to them,

It's Pomp, it's Pleasure, and it's Nonfenfe all!
Who in each other clasp whatever fair
High Fancy forms, and lavish Hearts can wish,
Something than Beauty dearer, fhould they look
Or on the Mind, or Mind-illumin'd Face,
Truth, Goodness, Honour, Harmony and Love,
The richest Bounty of indulgent Heaven.
Mean-time a smiling Offspring rifes round,

And mingles both their Graces. By degrees,
The human Bloffom blows; and every Day,
Soft as it rolls along, fhows fome new Charm,
The Father's Luftre, and the Mother's Bloom.
Then infant Reason grows apace, and calls
For the kind Hand of an affiduous Care:
Delightful Task! to rear the tender Thought,
To teach the young Idea how to shoot,
To pour the fresh Inftruction o'er the Mind,
To breathe th' inspiring Spirit, and to plant

The generous Purpose in the glowing Breast.
Oh speak the Joy! You, whom the fudden Tear
Surprizes often, while you look around,

And

And nothing ftrikes your Eye but Sights of Bliss,

All various Nature preffing on the Heart,
Obedient Fortune, and approving Heaven.
These are the Bleffings of diviner Love;
And thus their Moments fly; the Seasons thus,
As ceafelefs round a jarring World they roll,
Still find them happy; and confenting SPRING
Sheds her own rofy Garland on their Head:
Till Evening comes at laft, cool, gentle, calm;
When after the long vernal Day of Life,
Enamour'd more, as Soul approaches Soul,

Together, down they fink in focial Sleep.

THE EN D.

A

POEM.

Infcrib'd to the RIGHT HONOURABLE

Mr. DODINGTON.

By JAMES THOMSON.

With large Additions.

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The ARGUMENT.

The fubject propos'd. Invocation. Address to Mr. DoDINGTON. An introductory reflection on the motion of the heavenly bodies; whence the fucceffion of the SEASONS. As the face of nature in this feafon is almoft uniform, the progress of the poem is a defcription of a fummer's day. Morning. A view of the Sun rifing. Hymn to the Sun. Forenoon. Rural profpects. Summer infects defcrib'd. Noon-day. A woodland retreat. A groupe of flocks and herds. A folemn grove. How it affects a contemplative mind. Tranfition to the profpect of a rich well-cultivated country; which introduces a panegyric on GREAT-BRITAIN. A digreffion on foreign fummers. Storm of thunder and lightning. A tale. The form over a ferene afternoon. Bathing. Sun-fet. Evening. The whole concluding with the praise of Philofophy.