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OME, gentle SPRING, ethereal Mildness, come,
And from the bosom of yon dropping cloud,

While music wakes around veil'd in a shower Of hadowing roses, on our plains descend.

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O HARTFORD, fitted or to shine in courts

5 With unaffected grace, or walk the plain With innocence and meditation join'd In soft assemblage, listen to my song, Which thy own Seafon paints ; when Nature all Is blooming and benevolent, like thee.

And see where surly Winter passes off, Far to the north, and calls his ruffian blasts : His blasts obey, and quit the howling hill, The shatter'd forest, and the ravag’d vale ; While softer gales succeed, at whose kind touch, 15 Diffolving snows in livid torrents lost, The mountains lift their green heads to the sky.

As yet the trembling year is unconfirm's, And Winter oft at eve resumes the breeze, Chills the pale morn, and bids his driving fleets 20

Deform the day delightless : fo that scarce
The bittern knows his time, with bill ingulpht
To shake the founding marsh; or from the shore
The plovers when to scatter o'er the heath,
And fing their wild notes to the listening waste.

25 At last from Aries rolls the bounteous sun, And the bright Bull receives him.

Then no more Th' expansive atmosphere is cramp'd with cold; But, full of life and vivifying foul, Lifts the light.clouds sublime, and spreads them thin, 30 Fleecy and white, o'er all-furrounding Heaven.

Forth fly the tepid airs ; and unconfind, Unbinding earth, the moving foftness strays. Joyous, th' impatient husbandman perceives Relenting Nature, and his lusty steers

35 Drives from their stalls, to where the well-us'd plough Lies in the furrow, loosened from the frost. There, unrefusing to the harness'd yoke, They lend their shoulder, and begin their toil, Chear'd by the simple song and soaring lark.

40 Meanwhile incumbent o'er the shining share The master leans, removes th' obstructing clay, Winds the whole work, and sidelong lays the glebe.

WHITE thro' the neightouring fields the fower stalks, With measur'd step; and liberal throws the grain 45 Into the faithful bosom of the ground : The harrow follows harsh, and shuts the scene.


Be gracious, Heaven ! for now laborious Man Has done his part. Ye fostering breezes blow! Ye fostering dews, ye tender showers, descend ! 5@ And temper all, thou world-reviving fun, Into the perfect year! Nor ye who live In luxury and ease, in pomp and pride, Think these lost themes unworthy of your ear : Such themes as these the rural Maro sung 55 To wide-imperial Rome, in the full height Of elegance and taste, by Greece refin'd. In antient times, the sacred plough employ'd 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 victorious hand, Disdaining little delicacies, seiz'd The plough, and greatly independant fcorn'd 65 All the vile stores corruption can bestow.

Ye 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 sea, Far thro' his azure turbulent domain, Your empire owns, and from a thousand shores, Wafts all the pomp of life into your ports ; So with superior boon may your rich foil, Exuberant, Nature's better bleikings pour 75



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O'er every land, the naked nations cloathe,
And be th' exhaustless granary 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 vegetation, 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 ftrength, 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 sing conceald. At once, array'd 95
In all the colours of the flushing 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 crimfon folds. Now from the town
Euried in smoke, and sleep, and noisom damps,


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