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The kings, and awful fathers of mankind :
And fome, with whom compar’d your insect-tribes 60
Are but the beings of a summer's day,
Have held the scale of empire, ruld the storm
Of mighty war; then, with unwcaricd hand,
Difdaining little delicacies, seiz'd
The plough, and greatly independent liv’d.




generous Britons, venerate the plough;
And o’er your hills, and long withdrawing vales,
Let Autumn spread his treasures to the sun,
Luxuriant and unbounded : as the fea,
Far thro' his azure turbulent domain,
Your empire owns, and from a thousand Thores
Wafts all the pomp of life into your ports ;
So with superior boon may your rich soil,
Exuberant, Nature's better blessings pour
O'er every land, the naked nations cloathe,
And be th' exhaustless


of a world!


Nor only thro’ the lenient air this change,
Delicious, breathes; the penetrative fun,
His force deep-darting to the dark retreat
Of vegetațion, sets the steaming Power



At large, to wander o'er the vernant earth,
In various hues; but chiefly thee, gay Green!
Thou smiling Nature's universal robe!
United light and shade! where the fight dwells
With growing strength, and ever-new delight.



FROM the moist meadow to the withered hill,
Led by the breeze, the vivid verdure runs,
And swells, and deepens, to the cherish'd eye,
The hawthorn whitens; and the juicy groves
Put forth their buds, unfolding by degrees,
Till the whole leafy forest stands display'd,
In full luxuriance to the fighing gales ;
Where the deer rustle thro' the twining brake,
And the birds fing conceal’d. At once, array'd 95
In all the colours of the Aufhing year,
By Nature's swift and secret-working hand,
The garden glows, and fills the liberal air
With lavish fragrance; while the promis’d fruit
Lies yet a little embryo, unperceiv'd,

Within its crimson folds. Now from the town
Buried in smoke, and sleep, and noisom damps,
Oft let me wander o'er the dewy fields,
Where freshness breathes, and dash the trembling drops.

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From the bent buih, as thro' the verdant maze 105
Of sweet-briar hedges I pursue my walk;
Or taste the finell of dairy; or ascend
Some eminence, AUGUSTA, in thy plains,
And see the country, far diffus’d around,
One boundless blush, one white-empurpled shower 110
Of mingled blossoms; where the raptur'd eye
Hurries from joy to joy, and, hid beneath
The fair profusion, yellow Autumn spies :

IF, brush'd from Ruffian wilds, a cutting gale Rise not, and scatter from his humid wings IIS The clammy mildew; or, dry-blowing, breathe Untimely frost; before whose baleful blast The full-blown Spring thro all her foliage shrinks, Joyless and dead, a wide-dejected waste, For oft, engender’d by the hazy north,

Myriads on myriads, insect armies warp
Keen in the poifon'd breeze; and wasteful eat,
Thro' buds and bark, into the blackened core,

Their eager way. A feeble race! yet oft
The sacred fons of vengeance; on whose course 125
Corrosive famine waits, and kills the year.
To check this plague the skilful farmer chaff,



And blazing straw, before his orchard burns;
Till, all involv'd in smoke, the latent foe
From every cranny fuffocated falls :
Or scatters o'er the blooms the pungent dust
Of pepper, fatal to the frosty tribe :
Or, when th’envenom'd leaf begins to curl,
With sprinkled water drowns them in their nest;
Nor, while they pick them up with busy bill,
The little trooping birds unwisely feares,


Be patient, swains; these cruel-seeming winds Blow not in vain. Far hence they keep repress'd Those deepening clouds on clouds, surcharg’dwith rain, That o'er the vast Atlantic hither borne,

140 In endless train, would quench the summer-blaze, And, chearless, drown the crude unripened year,

The north-east spends his rage ; he now shut up Within his iron caye, th' effusive south Warms the wide air, and o'er the void of heaven 145 Breathes the big clouds with vernal showers distent, At first a dusky wreath they seem to rise, Scarce staining ether ; but by swift degrees, In heaps on heaps, the doubling vapour fails


Along the loaded sky, and mingling deep 150
Sits on th' horizon round a settled gloom :
Not such as wintry-storms on mortals sned,
Oppressing life; but lovely, gentle, kind,
And full of every hope and every joy,
The wish of Nature. Gradual sinks the breeze 155
Into a perfect calm; that not a breath
Is heard to quiver through the closing woods,
Or rustling turn the many-twinkling leaves
Of aspin tall. Th' uncurling floods, diffus'd
In glassy breadth, feem thro' delusive lapse 160
Forgetful of their course. 'Tis filence all,
And pleasing expectation. Herds and flocks
Drop the dry sprig, and mute-imploring eye
The falling verdure. Hush'd in short suspense,
The plumy people streak their wings with oil,


165 To throw the lucid moisture trickling off; And wait th' approaching sign to strike at once, Into the general choir. Even mountains, vales, And forests feem, impatient, to demand The promis'd sweetness. Man superior walks 170 Amid the glad creation, muling praise, And looking lively gratitude. At last, , The clouds confign their treasures to the fields ;


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