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An autumnal Day.

Sheer from the black foundation, stench-involved,
Into a gulph of blue sulphureous flame.

Hence every harsher sight! for now the day,
O'er heaven and earth diffused, grows warm, and high,
Infinite splendour ! wide investing all.
How still the breeze ! save what the filmy threads
Of dew evaporate brushes from the plain.

1210 How clear the cloudless sky! how deeply tinged With a peculiar blue! the ethereal arch How swelled immense ! amid whose azure throned The radiant sun how gay! how calm below The gilded earth! the harvest-treasures all

1215 Now gathered in, beyond the rage of storm Sure to the swain ; the circling fence shut up ; And instant Winter's utmost rage defied. While, loose to festive joy, the country round Laughs with the loud sincerity of mirth,

1220 Shook to the wind their cares. The toil-strung youth By the quick sense of music taught alone, Leaps wildly graceful in the lively dance. Her every charm abroad, the village-toast, Young, buxom, warm, in native beauty rich,

1225 Darts not unmeaning looks; and, where her eye Points an approving smile, with double force, The cudgel rattles, and the wrestler twines. Age too shines out ; and, garrulous, recounts

The feats of youth. Thus they rejoice ; nor think y That, with to-morrow's sun, their annual toil 1231 Begins again the never-ceasing round.

Oh knew he but his happiness, of Men The happiest he ! who far from public rage, Deep in the vale, with a choice few retired, 1235

Pleasures of Retirement.

Drinks the pure pleasures of the Rural Life.
What tho'the dome be wanting, whose proud gate,
Each morning, vomits out the sneaking crowd
Of flatterers false, and in their turn abused ?
Vile intercourse! What tho' the glittering robe, 1240
Of every hue reflected light can give,
Or floating loose, or stiff with mazy gold,
The pride and gaze of fools ! oppress him not?
What thoʻ, from utmost land and sea purveyed,
For him each rarer tributary life

Bleeds not, and his insatiate table heaps
With luxury, and death? What tho' his bowl
Flames not with costly juice; nor sunk in beds,
Oft of gay care, he tosses out the night,
Or melts the thoughtless hours in idle state? 1250
What tho’ he knows not those fantastic joys,
That still amuse the wanton, still deceive ;
A face of pleasure, but a heart of pain;
Their hollow moments undelighted all ?
Sure peace is his ; a solid life, estranged

1255 To disappointment, and fallacious hope : Rich in content, in Nature's bounty rich, In herbs and fruits ; whatever greens the Spring, When heaven descends in showers; or bends the bough When Summer redders, and when Autumn beams; 1260 Or in the wintry glebe whatever lies Concealed, and fatteus with the richest sap : These are not wanting; por the milky drove, Luxuriant, spread o’er all the lowing vale ; Nor bleating mountains; nor the chide of streams, 1265 And hum of bees, inviting sleep sincere Into the guiltless breast, beneath the shade,


Wealth, Conquest, Ambition.




Or thrown at large amid the fragrant hay ;
* Nor aught besides of prospect, grove, or song,

Dim grottos, gleaming lakes, and fountain clear.
Here too dwells simple truth ; plain innocence ;
Unsullied beauty ; sound unbroken youth,
Patient of labour, with a little pleased ;
Health ever blooming ; unambitious toil ;
Calm contemplation, and poetic ease.

Let others brave the flood in quest of gain,
And beat, for joyless months, the gloomy wave,
Let such as deem it glory to destroy,
Rush into blood, the sack of cities seek ;
Unpierced, exulting in the widow's wail,
The virgin's shriek, and infant's trembling cry.
Let some, far-distant from their native soil,
Urged or by want or hardened avarice,
Find other lands beneath another sun.
Let this thro' cities work his eager way,
By legal outrage and established guile,
The social sense extinct ; and that ferment
Mad into tumult the seditious herd,
Or melt them down to slavery. Let these
Insnare the wretched in the toils of law,
Fomenting discord, and perplexing right,
An iron race ! and those of fairer front,
But equal inhumanity, in courts,
Delusive pomp, and dark cabals, delight;
Wreath the deep brow, diffuse the lying smile,

And tread the weary labyrinth of state.
-3 While he, from all the stormy passions free

That restless Men involve, hears, and but hears,
At distance safe, the human tempest roar,





Wrapt close in conscious peace. The fall of kings, 1300

rage of nations, and the crush of states,
More not the Man, who, from the world escaped,
In still retreats, and flowery solitudes,
To Nature's voice attends, from month to month,
And day to day, thro' the revolving year;

Adiniring, sees her in her every shape ;
Feels all her sweet emotions at his heart ;
Takes what she liberal gives, nor thinks of more.
He, when young Spring protrudes the bursting gems,
Marks the first bud, and sucks the healthful gale *1312
Into his freshened soul ; her genial hours
He full enjoys; and not a beauty blows,
And not an opening blossom breathes in vain.
In Summer he, beneath the living shade,
Such as o'er frigid Tempe wont to wave,

1315 Or Hemus cool, reads what the Muse, of these Perhaps, has in immortal numbers sung ; Or what she dictates writes : and, oft an eye Shot round, rejoices in the vigorous year. When Autumn's yellow lustre gilds the world, 1320 And tempts the sickled swain into the field, Seized by the general joy, his heart distends With gentle throes ; and, thro' the tepid gleams Deep musing, then he best exerts his

song Even Winter wild to him is full of bliss.

1325 The mighty tempest, and the hoary waste, Abrupt, and deep, stretched o'er the buried earth, Awake to solemn thought. At night the skies, Disclosed, and kindled, by refining frost, Pour every lustre on th' exalted eye.

1330 A friend, a book, the stealing hours secure,

To Nature.

And mark them down for wisdom. With swift wing,
O’er land and sea imagination roams ;
Or truth, divinely breaking on his mind,
Elates his being, and unfolds his powers ;

Or in his breast heroic virtue burns.
The touch of kindred too and love he feels ;
The modest eye, whose beams on his alone
Ecstatic shine ; the little strong embrace
Of prattling children, twined around his neck, 1340
And emulous to please him, calling forth
The fond parental soul. Nor purpose gay,
Amusement, dance, or song, he sternly scorns ;
For happiness and true philosophy
Are of the social, still, and smiling kind.

1345 This is the life which those who fret in guilt, And guilty cities, never knew ; the life, Led by primeval ages, uncorrupt, When angels dwelt, and God himself, with Man! O Nature ! all-sufficient ! over all !

1350 Enrich me with the knowledge of thy works !

Snatch me to heaven ; thy rolling wonders there, ļ World beyond world, in infinite extent,

Profusely scattered o'er the blue immense,
Shew me ; their motions, periods, and their laws, 1355
Give me to scan ; thro' the disclosing deep
Light my blind way : the mineral strata there ;
Thrust, blooming, thence the vegetable world ;
O'er that the rising system, more complex,
Of animals ; and higher still, the mind,

The varied scene of quick compounded thought,
And where the mixing passions endless shift
These ever open to my ravished eye ;

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