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And there the fox fecurely feeds;

And there the pois'nous adder breeds
Conceal'd in ruins, mofs and weeds;
While, ever and anon, there falls
Huge heaps of hoary moulder'd walls.
Yet time has feen, that lifts the low,
And level lays the lofty brow,

Has feen this broken pile compleat, ? Big with the vanity of state;

But tranfient is the fmile of fate!

A little rule, a little sway,

A fun beam in a winter's day,
Is all the proud and mighty have
Between the cradle and the grave.

And see the rivers how they run,
Thro' woods and meads, in fhade and fun,
Sometimes fwift, fometimes flow,

Wave fucceeding wave, they go
A various journey to the deep,
Like human life to endless fleep!
Thus is nature's vesture wrought,
To inftruct our wand'ring thought;

Thus

Thus fhe dreffes green and gay,

To difperfe our cares away.

Ever charming, ever new,
When will the landskip tire the view!
The fountain's fall, the river's flow,
The woody vallies, warm and low;
The windy fummit, wild and high,
Roughly rufhing on the sky!

The pleasant seat, the ruin'd tow'r,
The naked rock, the fhady bow'r;

The town and village, dome and farm,
Each give each a double charm,

As pearls upon an Æthiop's arm.

See on the mountain's southern fide,
Where the prospect opens wide,
Where the evening gilds the tide;
How close and small the hedges lie!
What streaks of meadows cross the eye!

A step methinks may pass the stream,
So little diftant dangers feem;

So we mistake the future's face,
Ey'd thro' hope's deluding glass;

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Which to thofe who journey near,
Barren, brown, and rough appear;
Still we tread the fame coarfe way,

The prefent's ftill a cloudy day.

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And never covet what I fee:

Content me with an humble fhade,
My paffions tam'd, my wifhes laid;
For while our wifhes wildly roll,

We banish quiet from the foul:

'Tis thus the bufy beat the air;

And mifers gather wealth and care.
Now, ev'n now, my joys run high,
As on the mountain-turf I lie;

While the wanton Zephyr fings,
And in the vale perfumes his wings ;
While the waters murmur deep;
While the fhepherd charms his fheep;
While the birds unbounded fly,

And with mufick fill the fky,

Now, ev'n now, my joys run high..

Be

Be full, ye courts, be great who will; Search for Peace with all

Open wide the lofty door,

your skill:

Seek her on the marble floor,

In vain you search, she is not there;
In vain ye search the domes of care!
Grafs and flowers Quiet treads,
On the meads, and mountain-heads,
Along with Pleasure, close ally'd,
Ever by each other's fide:

And often, by the murm'ring rill,
Hears the thrush, while all is ftill,
Within the groves of Grongar Hill.

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