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From her first patriots and her heroes fprung,
But see the fading many-colourd woods, Shade deepening over shade, the country round Imbrown ; á crowded umbrage, dusk, and dun, 950 Of every hue, from wan-declining green To footy dark. These now the lonesome Muse, Low-whispering, lead into their leaf-ftrowni walks, And give the season in its latest view.
Meantime, light-shadowing all, a fober calm 955 Fleeces unbounded æther; whofe least wave Stands tremulous, uncertain where to turn The gentle current: ' while illumin’d wide,
The dewy-skirted clouds imbibe the fun,
Thus solitary, and in pensive guise,
The pale descending year, yet pleasing ftill, A gentler '
mood inspires ; for now the leaf Incessant rustles from the mournful grove;
Oft startling such as, ftudious, walk below,
He comes ! he comes ! in every breeze the Power
1013 As varied, and as high : Devotion rais'd To rapture, and divine astonishment; The love of nature unconfin'd, and, chief,
Of human race; the large ambitious wish,
1025 The sympathies of love, and friendship dear; With all the focial offspring of the heart.
Oh, bear me to vast embowering shades, To twilight groves, and visionary vales; To weeping grottoes, and prophetic glooms 1030 Where angel forms athwart the folemn dusk Tremendous sweep, or seem to sweep along; And voices more than human, through the void Deep-founding, seize th' enthusiastic ear!
Or is this gloom too much? Then lead, ye powers, That o'er the garden and the rural seat Preside, which shining through the chearful land In countless numbers blest Britannia sees ; 0, lead me to the wide-extended walks, The fair majestic paradife of Stowe * !
1040 Not Persian Cyrus on Ionia’s shore E’er saw such sylvan scenes; such various art By genius fir'd, such ardent genius tam'd By cool judicious art; that, in the strife, All-beauteous Nature fears to be outdone.
1045 And there, O Pitt, thy country's early boast,
* The seat of the Lord Viscount Cobham.
There let me fit beneath the shelter'd slopes, Or in that * Temple where, in future times, Thou well shalt merit a distinguish'd name; And, with thy converse blest, catch the last smiles 1050 Of Autumn beaming o'er the yellow woods. While there with thee th' inchanted round I walk, The regulated wild, gay Fancy then Will tread in thought the groves of Attic Land; Will from thy standard taste refine her own, Correct her pencil to the purest truth Of Nature, or, the unimpaffion'd shades Forsaking, raise it to the human mind. Or if hereafter she, with juster hand, Shall draw the tragic scene, instruct her thou, 1060 To mark the varied movements of the heart, What every decent character requires, And every passion speaks : 0, through her strain Breathe thy pathetic eloquence! that moulds Th' attentive senate, charms, persuades, exalts, 1065 Of honest zeal th' indignant lightning throws, o And shakes corruption on her venal throne. While thus we talk, and through Elysian Vales Delighted rove, perhaps a figh escapes : What pity, Cobham, thou thy verdant files 1070 Of order'd trees shouldst here inglorious range, Instead of squadrons flaming o'er the field, And long embattled hofts ! when the proud foe, The faithless vain disturber of mankind,
* The temple of Virtue in Stowe Gardens.