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Thy pleasing converse, by gay lively sense
Inspir’d: where moral wisdom mildly shone,
Without the toil of art; and virtue glow'd,
In all her smiles, without forbidding pride.

575 But, O thou best of parents ! wipe thy tears; Or rather to Parental Nature

pay The tears of grateful joy, who for a while Lent thee this younger self, this opening bloom Of thy enlighten'd mind and gentle worth. 580 Believe the Muse: the wintery blast of death Kills not the buds of virtue; no, they spread, Beneath the heavenly beam of brighter funs, Through endless ages, into higher powers.

Thus up the mount, in aëry vision rapt, 585 I stray, regardless whither; till the found Of a near fall of water every

sense Wakes from the charm of thought : swift-shrinking I check my steps, and view the broken scene. [back, Smooth to the shelving brink a copious flood

590 Rolls fair, and placid; where collected all, In one impetuous torrent, down the steep It thundering shoots, and shakes the country round. At first, an azure sheet, it rushes broad; Then whitening by degrees, as prone it falls, 595 And from the loud-resounding rocks below Dash'd in a cloud of foam, it fends aloft A hoary mist, and forms a ceaseless shower. Nor can the tortur'd wave here find repose : But, raging still amid the shaggy rocks,

600 Now flashes o’er the scatter'd fragments, now

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Aslant the hollow channel rapid darts;
And, falling fast from gradual flope to slope,
With wild infracted course, and lefsen'd roar,
It gains a safer bed, and steals, at last,
Along the mazes of the quiet vale.

Invited from the cliff, to whose dark brow
He clings, the steep-afcending eagle foars,
With upward pinions through the flood of day;
And, giving full his bofoni to the blaze,
Gains on the fun; while all the tuneful race,
Smit by afflictive noon, disorder'd droop,
Deep in the thicket; or, from bower to bower
Responsive, force an interrupted strain.
The stock-dove only through the forest cooes,
Mournfully hoarfe ; oft ceafing from his plaint,
Short interval of weary woe! again
The sad idea of his murder'd mate,
Struck from his side by savage fowler's guile,
Across his fancy comes; and then resounds
A louder song of sorrow through the grove.

Beside the dewy border let me fit,
All in the freshness of the humid air;
There in that hollow'd rock, grotesque and wild,
An ample chair moss-lin'd, and over head
By flowering umbrage shaded : where the bee
Strays diligent, and with th' extracted balm
Of fragrant woodbine loads his little thigh.

Now, while I taste the fweetness of the shade,
While Nature lies around deep-lull'd in Noon,
Now come bold Fancy, spread a daring flight,

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And view the wonders of the torrid Zone :
Climes unrelenting! with whose rage compar'd,
Yon blaze is feeble, and yon skies are cool.

See, how at once the bright effulgent sun,
Rising direct, swift chaces from the sky
The short-liv'd twilight; and with ardent blaze
Looks gaily fierce through all the dazzling air :
He mounts his throne; but kind before him fends,
Illuing from out the portals of the morn, 640
The *general Breeze, to mitigate his fire,
And breathe refreshment on a fainting world.
Great are the scenes, with dreadful beauty crown'd
And barbarous wealth, that see each circling year,
Returning suns and † double seasons pass :

645 Rocks rich in gems, and mountains big with mines, That on the high equator ridgy rise, Whence many a bursting stream auriferous plays : Majestic woods, of every vigorous green, Stage above ftage, high waving o'er the hills; 650

Or to the far horizon wide diffus'd,
A boundless deep immensity of shade.

Here lofty trees, to ancient song unknown,
The noble sons of potent heat and floods

* Which blows constantly between the tropics from the east, the collateral points, the north-east and the south-east: caused by the pressure of the rarefied air on that before it, according to the diurnal motion of the fun from east to west.

+ In all climates between the tropics, the sun, as he passes and repasses in his annual motion, is twice a-year vertical, which produces this effect. Vol. I, F

Prone

Prone rushing from the clouds, rear high to heaven
Their thorny stems, and broad around them throw
Meridian gloom. Here, in eternal prime,
Unnumber'd fruits of keen delicious taste
And vital spirit, drink amid the cliffs,
And bụrning sands that bank the shrubby vales, 660
Redoubled day, yet in their rugged coats
A friendly juice to cool its rage contain.

Bear me, Pomona ! to thy citron groves;
To where the lemon and the piercing lime,
With the deep orange, glowing through the green, 665
Their lighter glories blend. Lay me reclin'd
Beneath the spreading tamarind that shakes,
Fann'd by the breeze, its fever-cooling fruit.
Deep in the night the maffy locust sheds
Quench my hot limbs; or lead me through the maze,
Embowering endless, of the Indian fig;
Or, thrown at gayer eafe, on some fair brow,
Let me behold, by breezy murmurs coold,
Broad o'er my head the verdant cedar wave,
And high palmetos lift their graceful shade.
Or stretch'd amid these orchards of the fun,
Give me to drain the cocoa's milky bowl,
And from the palm to draw its freshening wine !
More bounteous far than all the frantic juice
Which Bacchus pours. Nor, on its fender twigs 680
Low-bending, be the full pomegranate scorn’d;
Nor, creeping through the woods, the gelid race
Of berries. Oft in humble station dwells
Unboaftful worth, above fastidious pomp.

Witnes,

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Witness, thou best Anâna, thou the pride
Of vegetable life, beyond whate'er
The poets imag‘d in the golden age :
Quick let me strip thee of thy tufty coat,
Spread thy ambrosial stores, and feast with Jove!

From these the prospect varies. Plains immenfe 690
Lie stretch'd below, interminable meads
And vast savannahs, where the wandering eye,
Unfixt, is in a verdant ocean loft.
Another Flora there, of bolder hues,
And richer sweets, beyond our garden's pride,
Plays o'er the fields, and showers with sudden hand
Exuberant spring; for oft these vallies shift
Their green-embroider'd robe to fiery brown,
And swift to green again, as scorching suns,
Or streaming dews and torrent rains, prevail.

Along these lonely regions, where retird, From little scenes of art, great Nature dwells In awful solitude, and nought is seen But the wild herds that own no master's stall, Prodigious rivers roll their fattening feas : 795 On whose luxuriant herbage, half-conceal'd, Like a fall’n cedar, far diffus'd his train, Cas'd in green scales, the crocodile extends. The flood disparts : behold ! in plaited mail, *Behemoth rears his head. Glanc'd from his fide, 710 The darted steel in idle shivers flies : He fearless walks the plain, or seeks the hills ; • The Hippopotamus, or river-horse. F2

Where,

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