Even fo luxurious men, unheeding, pass

An idle fummer-life in fortune's fhine,

A feafon's glitter! In soft-circling robes,

Which the hard hand of INDUSTRY has wrought,

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The human infects glow; by HUNGER fed,

And chear'd by toiling THIRST, they rowl about

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From toy to trifle, vanity to vice;

Till blown away by Death, Oblivion comes

Behind, and ftrikes them from the book of life.

Now swarms the village o'er the jovial mead; The ruftic youth, brown with meridian toil, Healthful, and strong; full as the fummer-rose

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Blown by prevailing funs, the blooming maid,
Half-naked, fwelling on the fight, and all

Her kindled graces burning o'er her cheek.

Even stooping age is here; and infant hands

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Trail the long rake, or with the fragrant load

O'ercharg'd, amid the soft oppression roll.

Wide flies the tedded grain; all in a row

Advancing broad, or wheeling round the field,

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They spread the tawny harvest to the sun,
That cafts refreshful round a rural smell:

Or, as they rake the green-appearing ground,
And drive the dusky wave along the mead,
Rises the ruffet hay-cock thick behind,

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In order gay. While heard from dale to dale,
Waking the breeze, refounds the blended voice

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Of happy labour, love, and focial glee.

'Tis raging noon; and, vertical, the fun Shoots thro' th' expanding air a torrid gleam.

O'er heaven and earth, far as the darted eye
Can pierce, a dazzling deluge reigns; and all
From pole to pole is undistinguish'd blaze.
Down to the dufty earth the fight, o'erpower'd,
Stoops for relief; but thence ascending streams,

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And keen reflection pain. Burnt to the heart
Are the refreshless fields; their arid hue

Adds a new fever to the fickening foul:

And o'er their flippery furface wary treads

The foot of thirsty pilgrim, often dipt

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In

In a cross rill, presenting to his wish

A living draught: he feels before he drinks!
Echo no more returns the fandy found

Of sharpening scythe; the mower finking heaps

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O'er him the humid hay, with flowers perfum'd;

And scarce a chirping grafhopper is heard

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Thro' the dumb mead. Distressful nature pants.

ALL-CONQUERING heat, oh intermit thy wrath!

And on my throbbing temples potent thus
Beam not so hard! inceffant ftill you flow,
And still another fervent flood fucceeds,
Pour'd on the head profufe. In vain I figh,
And restless turn, and look around for night;
Night is far off; and hotter hours approach.
Who can endure! The too refplendent scene

Already darkens on the dizzy fight,

And double objects dance; unreal founds

Sing deep around; a weight of fultry dew

Hangs deathful on the limbs; fhiver the nerves;
The supple finews fink; and on the heart,

Misgiving, horror lays his heavy hand.

Thrice happy he! that on the funless fide
Of a romantic mountain, foreft-crown'd,
Beneath the whole collected fhade reclines:
Or in the gelid caverns, woodbine-wrought,
And fresh bedew'd with ever-spouting streams,
Sits cooly calm; while all the world without,
Unfatisfy'd, and fick, toffes in noon.

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Emblem inftructive of the virtuous man,

Who keeps his temper'd mind ferene, and pure,

And all his paffions aptly harmoniz'd,

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Amid a jarring world, with vice inflam'd.

WELCOME, ye fhades! ye bowery thickets, hail!

Ye lofty pines! ye venerable oaks!

Ye ashes wild, refounding o'er the fteep!

Delicious

Delicious is your shelter to the foul,

As to the hunted hart the fallying spring,

Or stream full-flowing, that his swelling fides

Laves, as he floats along the herbag'd brink.

Cold thro' the nerves, your pleafing comfort glides;
The heart beats glad; the frefh-expanded eye,

And ear resume their watch; the finews knit
And life fhoots fwift thro' every lighten'd limb.

ALL in th' adjoining brook, that shrills along The vocal grove, now fretting o'er a rock,

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