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Thy flowering Spring, thy Summer's ardent strength,
Thy sober Autumn fading into age,
And pale concluding Winter comes at last,
And shuts the scene, Ah! whither now are fled,
Those dreams of greatness ? those unsolid hopes
Of happiness? those longings after fame?
Those restless cares? those busy bustling days ?
Those gay-spent, festive nights? those veering thoughts
Loft between good and ill, that shar'd thy life?
All now are vanish'd! Virtue fole-survives,
Immortal neyer-failing friend of Man,
His guide to happiness on high. And see!
'Tis come, the glorious morn! the second birth
Of heaven and earth! awakening Nature hears
The new-creating word, and starts to life,
In every heightened form, from pain and death
For ever free. The great eternal scheme
Involving all, and in a perfe& whole
Uniting, as the prospect wider spreads,
To reason's eye refin'd clearz up apace.
Ye vainly wise! ye blind presumptuous ! now,
Confounded in the dust, adore that Power,
And WISDOM oft arraign'd ; fee now the cause,
Why unaffuming worth in secret liv'd,
And dy'd, neglected: why the good Man's share
In life was gall and bitterness of soul :
Why the lone widow and her orphans pin'd
In itarving folitude ; while luxury,
In palaces, lay straining her low thought,
To form unreal wants : why heaven-born Truth,
And Moderation fair, wore the red marks
Of Superstition's scourge: why licens’d Pain,
That cruel spoiler, that embosom’d foe,
Imbitter'd all our bliss. Ye good diftrest!
Ye noble few! who here unbending stand
Beneath life's preffure, yet bear up a while,
And what your bounded view, which only saw
A little part, deem'd Evil, is no more ;
The storms of Wintry Time will quickly pass,
And one unbounded SPRING encircle all.
as they change, ALMIGHTY FATHER, these, Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring The beauty walks, thy tenderness and love. Wide Alush the fields; the foftening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart is joy. Then comes thy glory in the Summer-months, With light and heat refulgent. Then the sun Shoots full perfection thro' the swelling year : And oft The voice in dreadful thunder speaks ; And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By brooks and groves, in hollow-whispering gales. Thy bounty shines in Autumn unconfin'd,
And spreads a common feast for all that lives.
In Winter awful Thou! with clouds and storms
Around Thee thrown, tempest o'er tempeft rollid,
Majestic darkness! on the whirlwind's wing,
Riding sublime, Thou bidst the world adore,
And humbleft Nature, with the northern blast.
Mysterious round! what skill, what force divine,
Deep felt, in these appear a simple train,
Yet so delightful mix'd with such kind art,
Such beauty and beneficence combin'd;
Shade, unperceiv’d, so softening into shade;
And all fo forming an harmonious whole ;
That, as they still succeed, they ravish still.
But wandering oft, with brute unconscious gaze,
Man marks not Thee, marks not the mighty hand,
That, ever-bufy, wheels the filent spheres ;
Works in the secret deep; shoots, steaming, thence
The fair profusion that o’erspreads the Spring :
Flings from the sun direct the flaming day;
every creature ; hurls the tempeft forth; And, as on earth this grateful change revolves, With transport touches all the springs of life.
Nature, attend ! join every living soul,
Beneath the spacious temple of the sky,
In adoration join ; and, ardent, raise