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Beauties of Vegetation.
In various hues; but chiefly thee, gay Green !
From the moist meadow to the withered hill,
The garden glows, and fills the liberal air
Lies yet a little embryo, unperceived,
If, brushed from Russian wilds, a cutting gale
Ravages of Insects.
Rise not, and scatter from his humid wings
125 To check this plague the skilful farmer chaff, And blazing straw before his orchard burns ; Till, all involved in smoke, the latent foe From every cranny suffocated falls : Or scatters o'er the blooms the pungent dust 130 Of pepper, fatal to the frosty tribe : Or, when th’envenomedleaf begins to curl, With sprinkled water drowns them in their nest; Nor, while they pick them up with busy bill, The little trooping birds unwisely scares.
135 Be patient, swains; these cruel-seeming winds Blow not in vain. Far hence they keep repressed Those deepening clouds on clouds, surcharged with rain, That o'er the vast Atlantic hither borne, In endless train, would quench the summer-blaze, 140 And, cheerless, drown the crude unripened year.
The north-east spends his rage;, he now shut 11 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. 145
Clouds preparatory to Rain.
At first a dusky wreath they seem to rise,
Refreshing Showers and Rainbow.
Beneath the umbrageous multitude of leaves.
Thus all day long the full-distended clouds 185 Indulge their genial stores, and well-showered earth Is deep enriched with vegetable life ; Till in the western sky, the downward sun Looks out, effulgent, from amid the fush Of braken clouds, gay-shifting to his beam.
190 The rapid radiance instantaneous strikes Th’illuinined mountain, thro' the forest streams, Shakes on the floods, and in a yellow mist, Far smoking o'er th' interminable plain, In twinkling myriads lights the dewy gems.
195 Moist, bright, and green, the landscape laughs around, Full swell the woods ; their every music wakes, Mixed in wild concert with the warbling brooks Increased, the distant bleatings of the hills, And hollow lows responsive from the vales,
200 Whence blending all the sweetened zephyr springs. Mean time refracted from yon eastern cloud, Bestriding earth, the grand ethereal bow Shoots up immense ; and every hue unfolds, In fair proportion running from the red, To where the violet fades into the sky. Here, awful Newton, the dissolving clouds Form, fronting on the sun, thy showery prism; And to the sage-instructed eye unfold
Variety of the Vegetable Tribes.
The various twine of light, by thee disclosed
210 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 amazed Beholds th' amusive arch before him fly,
215 Then vanish quite away. Still night succeeds, A softened shade, and saturated earth Awaits the morning-beam, to give to light, Raised thro' ten thousand different plastic tubes, The balmy treasures of the former day.
220 Then spring the living herbs, profusely wild, O'er all the deep-green earth, beyond the power Of botanist to number up their tribes : Whether he steals along the lonely dale, In silent search ; or thro’the forest, rank
225 With what the dull incurious weeds account, Bursts his blind way ; or climbs the mountain-rock, Fired by the nodding verdure of its brow. With such a liberal hand has nature fung Their seeds abroad, blown them about in winds, 230 Innumerous mixed them with the nursing mould, 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 lived in innocence, and told A length of golden years ; unfleshed in blood, A stranger to the savage arts of life, Death, rapine, carnage, surseit, and disease ; The lord, and not the tyrant of the world.
240 The first fresh dawn then waked the gladdened race