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Qr scatters o'er the blooms the pungent duft 132
Of pepper, fatal to the frosty tribe :
Or, when th’envenom'd leaf begins to curl,
With sprinkled water drowns them in their neft;
Nor, while they pick them up with busy bill,
The little trooping birds unwisely scares.

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Be patient, swains; these cruel-seeming winds
Blow not in vain. Far hence they keep repress’d
Those deepening clouds on clouds, surcharg'd with raip,
That, o'er the vast Atlantic hither borne,
In endless train, would quench the summer-blaze, 140
And, chearless, drown the crude unripened year.

The north-east fpends his rage; he now shut up Within his iron cave, th' effusive south Warms the wide air, and o'er the void of heaven Breathes the big clouds with vernal showers distent. At first a dusky wreath they seem to rise, Scarce ftaļning æther; but by fwift degrees, In heaps on heaps, the doubling vapour fails Along the loaded sky, and mingling deep Sits on th' horizon round a settled gloom : 150 Not such as wintery-storms on mortals shed, Oppressing life; but lovely, gentle, kind, And full of every hope and every joy, The with of Nature. Gradual sinks the breeze Into a perfect calm; that not a breath

155 Is heard to quiver through the closing woods, Or ruftling turn the many twinkling leaves Of aspin tall. Th' uncurling floods, diffus'd In glaffy breadth, seem through delufive lapse

Forgetful

Forgetful of their course. 'Tis filence all, 160
And pleasing expectation. Herds and flocks
Drop the dry sprig, and mute-imploring eye
The falling verdure, Huth'd in short suspense,
The plumy people streak their wings with oil,
To throw the luçid moisture trickling off ; 165
And wait th' approaching sign to strike, at once,
Into the general choir. Ev'n mountains, vales,
And forefts seem, impatient, to demand
The promisd sweetness. Man superior walks
Amid the glad creation, muøng praise,

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And looking lively gratitude. At last,
The clouds consign their treasures to the fields;
And, softly shaking on the dimpled pool
Prelusive drops, let all their moisture flow,
In large effufion, o'er the freshen'd world.

175 The stealing shower is scarce to patter heard, By such as wander through the forest walks, Beneath th’ umbrageous multitude of leaves. But who can hold the shade, while Heaven descends la universal bounty, shedding herbs,

180 And fruits, and flowers, on Nature's ample lap? Swift fancy fir'd anticipates their growth;

And, while the milky nutriment distils, ✓ Beholds the kindling country colour round.

Thus all day long the full-diftended clouds 185 Indulge their genial stores, and well-shower'd earth Is deep-enrich'd with vegetable life; Till, in the western sky, the downward fun Looks out, effulgent, from amid the Aush

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Of broken clouds, gay-shifting to his bezm. 190
The rapid radiance inftantaneous Fritas
Th’ illumind mountain, through the foreft ftreams,
Shakes on the flouds, and in a rejow mit,
Far smoaking o'er th' intermmable plain,
In tvinkling myriads lights the deur gems.
Moift, bright, and green, the landkip laughs around.
Full fwell the woods; their very muhr wakes,
Mix'd in wild concert with the warbling brocks
Increas'd, the diftant bleatings of the hills,
And hollow lows refponfive from the vales,
Whence blending all the sweeten’d zephyr fprings.
Mean time refracted from yon eaftera cloud,
Beftriding earth, the grand ethereal bow
Shoots up immense; and every hue unfolds,
In fair proportion running from the red,

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To where the violet fades into the sky.
Here, awful Newton, the diffolving donds
Form, fronting on the sun, thy showery prism;
And to the fage-instructed unfold
The various twine of light, by thee disclos’d
From the white mingling maze. Not so the boy;
He wondering views the bright enchantment bend,
Delightful, o'er the radiant fields, and runs
To catch the falling glory; but amaz'd
Beholds th' amufive arch before him fiv,

213 Then vanish quite away. Still night fucceeds, A fuften'd shade, and saturated earth Awaits the morning-beam, to give to light, Rais'd through ten thousand different plastick tubes,

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The balmy treasures of the former day.

Then spring the living herbs, profusely wild, O'er all the deep-green earth, beyond the power Of botanists to number up their tribes : Whether he steals along the lonely dale, In filent search; or through the forest, rank 225 With what the dull incurious weeds account, Bursts his blind way; or climbs the mountain rock, Fir’d by the nodding verdure of its brow. With such a liberal hand has Nature flung Their seeds abroad, blown them about in winds, 230 Innumerous mix’d them with the pursing mold, The moistening current, and prolific rain.

But who their virtues can declare? who pierce, With vision pure, into these secret stores, Of health, and life, and joy? The food of man, 235 While yet he liv'd in innocence, and told A length of golden years; unflesh'd in blood, A stranger to the favage arts of life, Death, rapine, carnage, surfeit, and disease ; The lord, and not the tyrant, of the world. 240

The first fresh dawn then wak’d the gladden'd race Of uncorrupted man, nor blush'd to see The sluggard sleep beneath its sacred beam : For their light slumbers gently fum'd away; And up they rose as vigorous as the sun,

245 Or to the culture of the willing glebe, Or to the chearful tendance of the flock. Meantime the song went round; and dance and sport, Wisdom and friendly talk, fuccessive, stole.

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Their hours away; while in the rofy vale
Love breath'd his infant fighs, from anguish free,
And full replete with bliss; save the sweet pain,
That, inly thrilling, but exalts it more.
Nor yet injurious act, nor surly deed,
Was known among those happy fons of Heaven ; 255
Fo eason and benevolence were law,
Harmonious Nature too look'd smiling on.
Clear shone the skies, cool'd with eternal gales,
And balmy spirit all.. The youthful sun
Shot his best rays, and still the gracious clouds 260
Drop'd fatnefs down, as o'er the swelling mead,
The herds and flocks, commixing, play'd fecure.
This when, emergent from the gloomy wood,
The glaring lion faw, bis horrid heart
Was meeken'd, and he join’d his sullen joy. 265
For music held the whole in perfect peace :
Soft sigh'd the flute; the tender voice was heard,
Warbling the varied heart; the woodlands round
Apply'd their quire; and winds and waters flow'd
In consonance. Such; were those prime of days.

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But now those white unblemish'd manners, whence
The fabling poets took their golden age,
Are found no more amid these iron times,
These dregs of life! Now the distemper'd mind
Has lost that concord of harmonious powers,

275 Which forms the soul of happiness;, and all. Is off the poise within : the paffions all Have burst their bounds; and reason, half extinct, Or impotent, or else approving, fees

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