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And foods the country round, The rivers (well, 998
Of bonds impatient. Sudden from the hills,
O'er rocks and woods, in broad brown cataracts,
A thousand snow-fed torrents shoot at once ;
And, where they ruth, the wide resounding plain
Is left one Ilimy waste. Those fullen feas,

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That wath'd th’ ungenial pole, will rest no more
Beneath the shackles of the mighty north :
But, rousing all their waves, refiftless heave-
And hark; the lengthening roar continuous runs
Athwart the rifted deep: at once it bursts,

1001 And piles a thousand mountains to the clouds. Ill fares the bark with trembling wretches ckrarg'd, That, toss'd amid the floating fragments, moors Beneath the shelter of an icy isle,

1605 While night o'erwhelms the sea, and horror looks Moje horrible. Can human force endure Th' assembled mischiefs that besiege them round? Heart-gnawing hunger, fainting weariness, The roar of winds and waves, the cruth of ice, 1010 Now ceafing, now renew'd with louder rage, And in dire echoes bellowing round the main.. More to embroil the deep, Leviathan And his unwieldy train, in dreadful sport, Tempest the loosen'd brine, while thro' the gloom, Far, from the bleak inhospitable fhore,

1026 Loading the winds, is heard the hungry howl of famith'd monsters, there awaiting wrecks. Yet Providence, that ever-waking Eye, Looks down with pity on the feeble toil Of mortals loft to hope, and lights them safe, Thro' all this dreary labyrinth of fate.

'Tis done!-dread Winter spreads his latest glooms, And reigns tremendous o'er theconquer'd year. How dead the vegetable kingdom lies;

1025 How dumb the tuneful! horror wide extends His defolate domain. Behold, fond Man! See here thy pictur'd life ; país some few years, Thy fowering Spring, thy Summer's ardent strength, Thy fober Autumn fading into age,

1930 And pale concluding Winter comes at last, And thuts the scene. Ah! whither now are fled,

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Those dreams of greatness ? those unsolid hopes
Of happiness ? those longings after fame?
l'hose restless cares?" those busy bustling days? 1035
Thosegay-spentfestive nights? those veering thoughts
Loft between good and ill, that shar'd thy life?
All are now vanith'd! Virtue sole survives,
Immortal never-failing friend of Man,
His guide to happiness on high. And see ! 1040
'Tis come, the glorious morn! the second birth
Of heaven, and earth I awakening Nature hears
The new creating word, and starts to life,
In every heightened form, from pain and death
For ever free. The great eternal scheme 1045
involving all, and in a perfe&t wbole
Uniting, as the prospect wider spreads,
To reason's eye retin'd clears up apace.
Ye vainly wife! ye blind presumptuous! now,
Confounded in the dust, adore that Power, 1050
And Wisdom oft-arraign'd: see now the cause,
Why unassuming worth in secret liv'd,
And dy'd neglected: Why the good Man's share
In life was gall and bitterness of soul:
Why the lone widow, and her orphans pin’d, 1055
In tarving solitude ; while luxury,
In palaces, lay ftraining her low thought,

To form unreal wants : why heaven-born truth,
And moderation fair, wore the red marks
Of superstition's scourge : why licens'd pain, 1060
That cruel spoiler, that embosom’d foe,
Imbitter'd all our bliss. Yegcod diftreft ;
Yenoble few! who here unbending stand
Beneath life's presure, yet bear up a while,
And what your bounded view, which only faw 1065
A little part, deem'd Evil is no more :
The storms of Winery Time will quickly pass,
And one unbounded Spring encircle all.

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THESE, as they change, Almighty Father, these

Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, thy tenderness and love. Wide Aluth' the fields; the softning air is balm ; $ Echo the mountains round; the forests (miles ; And every sense, and every heart is jy. Then comes thy glory in the Summer-months, With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun Shoots full perfection thro' the swelling year:

io And oft thy vo ce in dreadful thunder speaks ; And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By brooks and groves, in hollow whispering gales. Thy bounty shines in Autumn unconfin'd, And spreads a common feast for all that lives. 15 In Winter awful Thou! with clouds and storms Around thee chrown, tempest o'er tempest rollid, Majestic darkness I on the whirlwind's.wing, Riding sublime, Thou bidt the world adore, And humbleft Nature with thy northern blaft.

Mysterious round! what skill, what force divine, Deep felt, in chese appear! a fimple train, Yet so delightful mix'd, with such kind art, Such beauty and beneficence combin’d;

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Shade, unperceiv'd, so softening into shade ; 25
And all so forming an harmonious whole ;
That, as they ftill succeed, they ravish still.
But wandering oft, with brute unconscious gaze,
Man marks not Thec, marks not the mighty hand,
That, ever busy, wheels the filent spheres ; 30
Works in the secret deep, thoots fleaming thence
The fair profufion that o'erspreads the spring;
Flings from the sun direct the flaming day;
Feeds every creature; hurls the tempest forth;
'And, as on earth this grateful change revolves, 35
With transport touches all the Springs of life.

Nature, attend ! join every living foul,
Beneath the spacious remple of the sky,
In adoration join ; and, ardent raise
One general fong! To him ye vocal gales, 40
Breathe soft, whose Spirit in your treshness breathes:
Oh talk of Him in solitary glooms;
Where, o'er the rock, the scarcely waving pine
Fills the brown hade with a religious awe.
And ye, whose bolder note is heard afar, 45
Who shake the astonith'd world, lift high to heaven
Th' impetuous song, and say from whom yoù rage.
His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills;
And let me catch it as I mufe along,
Ye headlong torrents, rapid, and profound; 50
Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze
Along the vale; and thou, majestic main,
A secret world of wonders in thyself,
Sound his ftupendous praise ! whose greater voice
Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. 55
Soft-roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers,
In mingled clouds to Him; whose fun exalts,
Whore breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints.
Ye forefts bend, ye harvests wave, to Him;
Breathe your fill fong into the reaper's heart, 60
As home he goes beneath the joyous moon.
Ye that keep watch in heaven, as earth asleep
Unconfeious lies, effuse your mildest beams,
Ye-conftellations, while your angels ftrike,
Amid the spangled sky, the filver lyre.
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