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Not only enlighten, but with kindly heat
Thús talking hand in hand alone they pass'd
(Of firm and fragrant leaf: on either side
Acanthus, and each odorous bufhy shrub Fenc'd up the verdant walls each beauteous flow'r. * Iris, all hues; roses and jessamine, Reard high their flourish'd heads between, and wrought Mofaic; under foot the violet, Crocus, and hyacinth, with rich inlay Broider'd the ground, more celour'd than with stone Of costlieft emblem: other creature here, Beast, bird, insect, or worm, durst enter none; Such was their awe of man. In shadier bower More sacred and sequefter'd, though but feign'd, Pan or Sylvanus never nept, nor nymph, Nor Faunus haunted. Here, in close recefs, With flowers, garlands, and sweet-smelling herbs Espoused Eve deck'd first her nuptial bed,
And heav'nly quires the hymenäan fung, What day the genial angel to our fire Brought her in naked beauty more adorn’d,
More lovely than Pandora, whom the Gods
In fad event, who to the unwiser son
Mankind with her fair looks, to be aveng'd
Thus at their thády lodge arriv'd, both ftood, Both turn'd, and under open iky ador'd
The God that made both sky, air, earth, and heav'n.
MORNING. N the barn the tenant cock.
Briskly crows, (the shepherd's clock,)
Jocund that the morning's nigh. Swiftly from the mountain's brow
Shadows, nurs’d by night retire; And the peeping sun-beam, now
Paints with gold the village spire.
Philomel forsakes the thorn,
Plaintive where the prates at night; And the lark, to meet the morn,
Soars beyond the lhepherd's fight.
From the low roofd cottage ridge,
See the chatt'ring swallow (pring; Darting through the one-arch'd bridge,
Quick she dips her dappled wing.
Now the pine-tree's waving top Gently greets the morning gale:
Kidlings, now, begin to crop Dailies,, on the dewy dale,
From the balmy sweets, uncloy'd,
(Refless till her task be done) Now the busy bee's employ'd,
Sipping dew before the sun.
Trickling through the crevic'd rock,
Where the limpid stream diftils Sweet refreshment waits the flock,
When 'tis sun-drove from the hills.
Colin's for the promis'd corn
(Ere the harvest hopes are ripe) Anxious ;-whilft the huntsman's horn, Boldly sounding, drowns his pipe.
Sweet sweet the warbling throng.
On the 'white embloffom'd spray! Nature's universal song
Echoes to the rising day.
FERVID on the glittring flood, ·
Now the noontide radiance glows : Drooping o'er its infant bud,
Not a dew-drop's left the rose.
By the brook the shepherd dines,
From the fierce meridian heat Shelter'd by the branching pines,
Pendant o'er his grassy seat.
Now the flock forsakes the glade,
Where uncheck'd the sun-beams fall ; Sure to find a pleasing shade
By the ivy'd abby wall.
Echo, in her airy round ,
O'er the river, rock and hill, Cannot catch a single sound,
Save the clack of yonder mill. Cattle court the Zephyr's bland,
Where the streamlet wanders cool, Or with languid silence stand
Midway in the marshy pool.