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FROM brightening fields of ether fair dife: f clos'd, Child of the sun, refulgent: SUMMER comes, In pride of youth, and felt thro' nature's
depth : He comes attended by the sultry hours, And ever-fanning breezes, on his way; While, from his ardent look, the turning
SPRING Averts her blushful face ; and earth, and skies, All-smiling, to his hot dominion leaves. Hence, let me haste into the mid-wood
shade; . Where scarce a sún-beam wanders thro''the
gloom; And on the dark-green grass, beside the brink Of haunted stream, that by the roots of oak Rolls o'er the rocky channel, lie at large, And fing the glories of the circling year..
When now. no more th' alternate twins arc
fir'd; And Cancer reddens with the folar blaze, Short is the doubtful empire of the night; And soon, observant of approaching day, . The meek-ey'd morn appears, mother of dews, At first faint-gleaming in the dappled East:. Till far o'er ether foreads the widening glow; And, from before the lustre of her face, White break the clouds away. With quicken’d steps
Brown night retires. Young day pours in
apace, And opens all the lawny prospect wide. The dripping rock the mountain's misty top Swell on the fight, and brighten with the
dawn. Blue, thro' the dulk, the smoaking currents
Thine; And from the bladed field the fearful hare Limps, aukward :- while along the foreft-glade The wild deer trip, and, often turning, gaze At early passenger. Musick awakes, . . The native voice of undissembled joy ;. And thick around the woodland hymns arise. Rous’d by the cock, the soon-clad shepherd
leaves His mossy cottage, where with peace he dwells; And from the crowded fold, in order, drives His flock, to taste the verdue of the morn.
Now, flaming up the heavens, the potent
sun Melts into limpid air the high-rais'd clouds, And morning fogs, that hover'd round the : hills In party-colour'd bands; till wide unveil'd The face of nature shines, from where earth
seems, Far-stretch'd around, to meet the bending
sphere, Half in a blush of clustering roses loft, Dew-dropping coldness to the shade retires ; There, on the verdant turf, or flowery bed, By gelid founts and careless rills to muse: While tyrant heat, dispreading thro' the sky,
With rapid fway, his burning influence darts On man, and beast, and herb, and tepid • stream.
Who can unpitying see the flowry race, Shed by the morn, their new-flush'd bloom
relign, Before the parching beam ? So fade the fair, When fevers revel thro' their azure veins. But one, the lofty follower of the sun, Sad when he sets, shuts up her yellow leaves, Drooping all night; and, when he warm re
turns, Points her enamour'd bosom to his ray.
Home, from his morning talk, the swain . retreats ; His flock before him stepping to the fold : While the full-udder'd mother lows around The chearful cottage, then expecting food, The food of innocence, and health.!. The
daw, The rook and magpie, to the grey-grown
- oaks (That the calm village in their verdant arms, Sheltering, embrace) direct their lazy flight; Where on the mingling boughs they fit ema
- bower'd, All the hot noon, till cooler hours arise. Faint, underneath, the houshold fowls con
vene; And, in a corner of the buzzing shade, The house-dog, with the vacant greyhound,
lies, Out-Aretch'd, and sleepy. In his slumbers one Attacks the nightly thief, and one exults O’er hill and dale; till waken'd by the wafp,
They starting snap. Nor shall: the muse dir.
Wak'd by his warmer ray, the reptile young
trout, - Or: darting salmon. Thro' the green-wood
• They meet their fate; or, weltering in the
Resounds the living surface of the ground:
Now swarms the village o'er the jovial mead: