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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.

To let the little noisy. fummer-race
Live in her lay, and Autter thro' her song,
Not mean tho' simple : to the sun allay'd,
From him they draw their animating fire.

Wak'd by his warmer ray, the reptile young
Come wing'd abroad; by the light air upborn,
Lighter, and full of soul. From every chink,
And secret corner, whore they slept away
The wintry storms; or rising from their tombs,
To higher life; by myriads, forth at once,
Swarming they pour; of all the vary'd hues
Their beauty-beaming parent can disclose.
Ten thousand forms! Ten thousand different

tribes !:
People the blaze. To funny waters some
By fatal instinct fiy; where on the pool
They, sportive, wheel; or, sailing down the

Are snatch'd immediate by, the quick-eyed

trout, - Or: darting salmon. Thro' the green-wood

Some love to stray; there lodg'd, amus'd and

In the fresh leaf.. Luxurious, others make
The meads their choice, and visit every flower;
And every latent herb': for the sweet talk,
To propagate their kinds, and where to wrap,
In what soft beds, their young yet undisclos'd,
Employs their tender care. Some to the house,
The fold, and dairy, hungry, bend their Aight;
Sip round the pail, or taste the curdling cheele:
Qft, inadvertent, from the milkly stream:



• They meet their fate; or, weltering in the

With powerless wings around them wrapt, ex-

But chief to heedless fies the window proves
A constant death ; where, gloomily retir'd,
The villain fpider lives, cunning, and fierce,
Mixture abhorr'd ! Amid a mangled heap
Of carcasses, in eager watch he sits,
O’erlooking all his waving snares around.
Near the dire cell the dreadless wanderer oft
Passes, as oft the ruffian shows his front,
The prey at last ensnar'd, he dreadful darts,
With rapid glide, along the leaning line ;
And, fixing in the wretch his cruel fangs,
Strikes backward grimly pleas'd : the futter-

ing wing,
And thriller found declare extreme distress,
And ask the helping hospitable hand.

Resounds the living surface of the ground:
Nor undelightful is the ceaseless hum,
To him who muses thro’ the woods at noon;
Or drowsy shepherd, as he lies reclin'd,
With 'half-fhut eyes, beneath the floating

Of willows grey, close-crowding o’er the brook.

Now swarms the village o'er the jovial mead:
The rustic youth, brown with meridian toil,
Healthful, and strong; full as the summer-

Blown by prevailing suns, the ruddy maid,
Half-naked, swelling on the light, and all
Her kindled graces burning o'er her check.
Even stooping age is here; and infant-hands
Trail the long rake, or, with the fragrant load


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