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Wafts all the pomp of life into your ports;
So with superior boon may your rich soil,
Exuberant, Nature's better blessings pour
O'er every land, the naked nations clothe,
And be the' exhaustless granary of a world!

Nor only through the lenient air this change,
Delicious, breathes; the penetrative sun,
His force deep-darting to the dark retreat
Of vegetation, sets the steaming Power
At large, to wander o'er the verdant earth,
In various hues; but chiefly thee, gay green!'
Thou smiling Nature's universal robe!
United light and shade! where the sight dwells
With growing strength, and ever new delight.

From the moist meadow to the wither'd 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 sighing gales'; .
Where the deer rustle through the twining brake,
And the birds sing conceal'd. At once array'd
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 promised fruit
Lies yet a little embryo, unperceived,- '
Within its crimson folds. Now from the town

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Buried in smoke, and sleep, and noisome damps,
Oft let me wander o'er the dewy fields,
Where freshness breathes, and dash the trembling

drops los is
From the bent bush, as through the verdant maze
Of sweetbriar hedges I pursue my walk;
Or taste the smell of dairy; or ascend
Some eminence, Augusta, in thy plains,
And see the country, far diffused around,
One boundless blush, one white-empurpled shower
Of mingled blossoms; where the raptured eye
Hurries from joy to joy, and, hid beneath
The fair profusion, yellow Autumn spies :

If, brush'd from Russian wilds, a cutting gale Rise not, and scatter from his humid wings The clammy mildew; or, dry-blowing, breathe Untimely frost; before whose baleful blast The full-blown Spring through all her foliage shrinks Joyless and dead, a wide dejected waste. For oft, engender'd by the hazy north, Myriads on myriads, insect armies waft Keen in the poişon'd breeze; and wasteful eat, Through buds and bark, into the blacken'd core, Their eager.way. A feeble race ! yet oft The sacred sons of vengeance; on whose course Corrosive famine waits, and kills the year. To check this plague, the skilful farmer chaff And blazing straw before his orchard burns; Till, all involved in smoke, the latent foe From every cranny suffocated falls: .

Or scatters o'er the blooms the pungent dust
Of pepper, fatal to the frosty tribe ;,. ?,,.
Or, when the envenom'd leaf begins to curl,
With sprinkled water drowns them in their nest;
Nor, while they pick them up with busy bill,
The little trooping birds unwisely scares.

Be patient, swains; these cruel-seeming winds Blow not in vain. Far hence they keep repress’d Those deepening clouds on clouds, surcharged with

rain,
That o’er the vast Atlantic hither borne, - ,
In endless train, would quench the summer blaze,
And, cheerless, drown the crude unripen'd year.

The north-east spends his rage; he now shut up
Within his iron cave, the effusive south ,
Warms the wide air, and o'er the void of heaven
Breathes the big clouds with vernal showers distent.
At first a dusky wreath they seem to rise,
Scarce staining ether; but by swift degrees,
In heaps on heaps, the doubling vapour sails
Along the loaded sky, and mingling deep
Sits on the horizon round a settled gloom;.....
Not such as wintry storms, on mortals shed,
Oppressing life; but lovely, gentle, kind, as to
And full of every hope and every joy, ii,
The wish of Nature. Gradual sinks the breeze
Into a perfect calm; that not a breath, 3,
Is heard to quiver through the closing woods,
Or rustling turn the many twinkling leaves
Of aspin tall. The' uncurling floods, diffused

In glassy breadth, 'seem through delusive lapse
Forgetful of their course.' 'Tis silence all, i'
And pleasing expectation.' Herds and flocks
Drop the dry sprig, and mute-imploring eye"
The falling verdure. Hush'd in short suspense,
The plumy people streak their wings with oil,
To throw the lucid moisture trickling off:
And wait the approaching sign to strike, at once,
Into the general choir. E'en mountains, vales,
And forests seem, impatient, to demand
The promised sweetness. Man superior walks
Amid the glad creation, musing praise,
And looking lively gratitude. At last,
The clouds consign their treasures to the fields;
And, softly shaking on the dimpled pool
Prelusive drops, let all their moisture flow,
In large effusion, o'er the freshen'd world.
The stealing shower is scarce to patter heard,
By such as wander through the forest walks,
Beneath the umbrageous multitude of leaves.
But who can hold the shade while Heaven descends
In universal bounty, shedding herbs,
And fruits, and flowers, on Nature's ample lap?
Swift Fancy fired anticipates their growth;
And, while the milky nutriment distils,
Beholds the kindling country colour round.

Thus all day long the full distended clouds Indulge their genial stores, and well shower'd earth Is deep enrich'd with vegetable life;. !

Till, in the western sky, the downward sun
Looks out, effulgent, from amid the flush
Of broken clouds, gay shifting to his beam.
The rapid radiance instantaneous strikes
The'illumined mountain, through the forest streams,
Shakes on the floods, and in a yellow mist,
Far smoking o'er the interminable plain,
In twinkling myriads lights the dewy gems.
Moist, bright, and green, the landscape laughs around.
Full swell the woods; their very music wakes,
Mix'd in wild concert with the warbling brooks
Increased, the distant bleatings of the hills,
And hollow lows responsive from the vales,
Whence blending all the sweeten’d zephyr springs.
Meantime, refracted from yon eastern cloud,
Bestriding earth, the grand ethereal bow :
Shoots up immense; and every hue unfolds, .
In fair proportion running from the red,
To where the violet fades into the sky. . !
Here, awful Newton, the dissolving clouds !
Form, fronting on the sun, thy showery prism;
And to the sage-instructed eye unfold .
The various twine of light, by thee disclosed
From the white mingling maze. Not so the boy;
He wondering views the bright enchantment bend,
Delightful, o'er the radiant fields, and runs
To catch the falling glory; but amazed .
Beholds the' amusive arch before him fly,
Then vanish quite away. Still night succeeds,

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