Allan delin.

Caldwall. Sculp

21.1778. Published as the Act directs by Murray N22 Fleet Street. London.

ROWN'D with the fickle and the wheaten fheaf,

Che AD TURIN, nodding o'er the yellow plain,

Comes jovial on; the Doric reed once more,
Well pleas'd, I tune. Whate'er the Wintry froft
Nitrous prepar'd; the various-bloffom'd Spring
Put in white promife forth; and Summer-funs
Concocted ftrong, rush boundless now to view,
Full, perfect all, and fwell my glorious theme.

ONSLOW! the Mufe, ambitious of thy name,
To grace, infpire, and dignify her fong,
Would from the Public Voice thy gentle ear
A while engage. Thy noble cares fhe knows,
The patriot virtues that diftend thy thought,
Spread on thy front, and in thy bofom glow;
While listening fenates hang upon thy tongue,

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Devolving

Devolving thro' the maze of eloquence
A roll of periods, fweeter than her fong.
But she too pants for public virtue, fhe,

Tho' weak of power, yet strong in ardent will,
Whene'er her country rushes on her heart,
Affumes a bolder note, and fondly tries

To mix the patriot's with the poet's flame.

WHEN the bright Virgin gives the beauteous days, And Libra weighs in equal fcales the year;

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From heaven's high cope the fierce effulgence shook 25 Of parting Summer, a ferener blue,

With golden light enlivened, wide invefts

The happy world. Attemper'd funs arife,

Sweet-beam'd, and fhedding oft thro' lucid clouds
A pleafing calm; while broad, and brown, below 30
Extensive harvests hang the heavy head.

Rich, filent, deep, they ftand; for not a gale
Rolls its light billows o'er the bending plain :

A calm of plenty! till the ruffled air

Falls from its poife, and gives the breeze to blow. 35

Rent is the fleecy mantle of the sky;

The clouds fly different; and the sudden fun

By fits effulgent gilds th' illumin'd field,

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And black by fits the fhadows fweep along.
A gaily-checker'd heart-expanding view,
Far as the circling eye can fhoot around,

Unbounded toffing in a flood of corn.

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THESE are thy bleffings, INDUSTRY! rough power! Whom labour ftill attends, and fweat, and pain;

Yet the kind fource of every gentle art,

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And all the soft civility of life :

Raifer of human kind! by Nature cast,
Naked, and helpless, out amid the woods
And wilds, to rude inclement elements;
With various feeds of art deep in the mind
Implanted, and profufely pour'd around
Materials infinite; but idle all.

Still uncxerted, in th' unconfcious breaft,
Slept the lethargic powers; corruption still,
Voracious, fwallowed what the liberal hand
Of bounty scatter'd o'er the savage year :
And still the fad barbarian, roving, mix'd
With beafts of prey; or for his acorn-meal
Fought the fierce tusky boar; a shivering wretch!
Aghaft, and comfortlefs, when the bleak north,
With Winter charg'd, let the mix'd tempest fly,

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Hail, rain, and fnow, and bitter-breathing froft:

Then to the fhelter of the hut he fled;

And the wild feafon, fordid, pin'd away.

For home he had not; home is the resort

Of love, of joy, of peace and plenty, where,
Supporting and fupported, polifh'd friends,
And dear relations mingle into bliss.
But this the rugged savage never felt,

Even defolate in crowds; and thus his days
Roll'd heavy, dark, and unenjoy'd along:
A wafte of time! till INDUSTRY approach'd,
And rous'd him from his miferable floth:
His faculties unfolded; pointed out,
Where lavish Nature the directing hand

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Of Art demanded; fhew'd him how to raise

His feeble force by the mechanic powers,

To dig the mineral from the vaulted earth,
On what to turn the piercing rage of fire,

On what the torrent, and the gather'd blast

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Gave the tall ancient foreft to his ax;

Taught him to chip the wood, and hew the stone,

Till by degrees the finish'd fabric rofe;

Tore from his limbs the blood polluted fur,

And wrapt them in the woolly veftment warm,

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