Not only enlighten, but with kindly heat
Of various influence foment and warm,
Temper or nourish, or in part shed down
Their Ailler virtue on all kinds that grow
On earth, made hereby apter to receive :
Perfection from the sun's more potent ray.".
These then, though unbeheld in deep of night, -
Shine not in vain; nor think tắough men were none
Thar heaven would want spectators, God want praise:
Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth
Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep :
All these, with ceaseless praise, his works behold
Both day and night : how often from the steep
Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard.
Celestial voices to the midnight air, ,
Sole, or responsive each to others note,
Singing their great Creator?. oft in bands
While they keep watch, or nightly rounding walk.
With heav'nly touch of instumental sounds
In full harmonic number join'd, their songs
Divide the night, and lift our thoughts to heav'n.

Thús talking hand in hand alone they pass'd
On to their blissful bow'r: it was a place
Chos'n by the Sov’ran Planter, when he fram'd
All things to man's delightful use: the roof
Of thickest covert was inwoven shade
Laurel and myrtle, and what higher grew

(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
Endowed with all their gifts, and O too like

In fad event, who to the unwiser son
Of Japhet brought by Hermes, lhe insnard

Mankind with her fair looks, to be aveng'd
On him who had stole Jove's authentic fire.

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.
Which they beheld, the moon's resplendent globe,
And starry pole; thou also mad'It the night,
Maker omnipotent, and thou the day,
Which we in our appointed work employ'd
Have finish'd, happy in our mutual help,
And mutual love the crown of all our bliss
Ordain'd by thee; and this delicious place
For us too large, where, thy abundance wants
Partakers, and uncropt falls to the ground.
But thou hast promis'd from us two a race
To fill the earth, who shall with us extol
Thy goodness infinite, both when we wake,
And when we seek, as now, thy gift of Neep.

DAY.

BY CUNNINGHAM.

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.

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Sweet sweet the warbling throng.

On the 'white embloffom'd spray! Nature's universal song

Echoes to the rising day.

NOON.

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.