...fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart is joy. Then comes thy glory in the...Summer months With light. and heat refulgent. Then, thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year, And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks...

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...the fields; the softening air is balm; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles; And every sense, and every heart, is joy. Then comes thy glory in the...Summer months, With light and heat refulgent. Then Thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year: And oft Thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks...

...fields ; the soft'ning air is balm, Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles : And every sense and every heart is joy. Then comes thy glory in the...summer months, With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year. ADDISON. / was yesterday, about sun-set, walking...

...— the softening air is balm — Echo the mountains round — the forests smile ; And every sense, and every heart is joy. Then comes thy glory in the...summer months, With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year ; And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks...

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...And plunging headlong in the dark ! 'tis mad : No frenzy half so desperate as this. Ibid. SUMMER. Now comes thy glory in the Summer months, With light and heat refulgent. Thomson. 'Tis raging noon ; and vertical, the sun Darts on the head direct his forceful rays. O'er...

...fields ; the softening air is balm ; , Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart is joy. Then comes Thy glory in the...Summer months, With light and heat refulgent. Then Thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year : And oft Thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks...