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And hark! the lengthening roar continuous runs
'Tis done! dread Winter spreads his latest glooms,
Thy sober Autumn fading into age,
1040 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 heighten’d form, from pain and death
1045 For ever free. The great eternal scheme, Involving all, and in a perfeet whole Uniting, as the prospect wider spreads, To reason's eye refin'd clears up apace. Ye vainly wise! ye blind presumptuous! now, 1050 Confounded in the duft, adore that Power, And Wisdom oft arraign'd: see now the cause, Why unassuming 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 starving 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 1060
Of Superstition's scourge: why licens'd Pain,
Α Η Υ Μ Ν.
HESE, as they change, Almighty Father, these,
Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love. Wide fluh the fields; the softening air is balm; 5 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 Thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year: And oft Thy 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 Ipreads a common feast for all that lives.
Mysterious round! what skill, what force divine,
Man marks not Thee, marks not the mighty hand,
creature ; hurls the tempelt forth; And, as on earth this grateful change revolves, 35 With transport touches all the springs of life.
Nature, attend ! join every living foul, Beneath the spacious temple of the sky, In adoration join; and, ardent, raise One general fong! To Him, ye vocal gales, 40 Breathe soft, whose Spirit in your freshness breathes : Oh, talk of Him in folitary glooms ! Where, o'er the rock, the scarcely waving pine Fills the brown shade with a religious awe. And ye, whose bolder note is heard afar,
45 Who shake th' astonish'd world, lift high to heaven Th' iinpetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills ; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid, and profound; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound His ftupendous praise; whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. 55 Soft-roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him ; whose fun exalts, Whofe breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints.