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THE ARGUMENT, THE subject proposed..... Invocation ...,Address to Mr. Dod. ington... An introductory refleetion on the motion of the heavenly bodies ; whence the succession of the seasons....As the face of Nature in this season is almost uniform, the progress of the poem is a description of a summer's day.... The dawn.... Sun-rising.... Hymn to the sun.... Forenoon....Summer insects described......Hay-making.......Sheep-shearing.......Noon-day....A woodland retreat....Group of herds and flocks....A solemn grove: how it affects a contemplative mind.... A cataract, and rude scene.... View of Summer in the torrid zone....Storm of thunder and lightning.... A Tale.... The storm over, a serene afternoon.... Bathing....Hour of walking... Transition to the prospect of a rich well cultivated country ; which introduces a panegyric on Great Britain....Sun-set.....Evening...Night..... Summer meteors.... A comet.... The whole concluding with the praise of philosophy.


FROM brightening fields of ether fair disclos’d,
Chiļd of the sun, refulgent SUMMER comes,
In pride of youth, and felt through Nature's depth !
He comes attended by the sultry Hours,
And ever-fanning Breezes, on his way ;
While, from his ardent look, the turning Spring
Averts her blushful face ; and earth, and skies,
Allesmiling, to his hot dominion leaves!

Hence, let me haste into the mid-wood shade, Where scarce a sun-beam wanders thro' the gloom; 10 Ind on the dark green grass, beside the brink of haunted stream, that by the roots of oak Rolls o'er the rocky channel, lie at large, ind sing the glories of the circling year.

Come, Inspiration ! from thy hermit-seat,
y mortal seldom found : may Fancy dare,
rom thy fixed serious eye, and raptured glance


Power of the Deity.


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Shot on surrounding Heaven, to steal one look
Creative of the Poet, every power
Exalting to an ecstasy of soul.

And thou, my youthful Muse's early friend,
In whom the human graces all unite :
Pure light of mind, and tenderness of heart;
Genius, and wisdom; the


sense, By decency chastis'd ; goodness and wit,

25 In seldom-meeting harmony combined ; Unblemished honor, and an active zeal For Britain's glory, Liberty, and Man. O DODINGTON! attend my rural song, Stoop to my theme, inspirit every line,

30 And teach me to deserve thy just applause.

With what an awful world-revolving power
Were first the unwieldly planets launched along
The illimitable void! Thus to remain,
Amid the flux of many thousand years,

That oft has swept the toiling race of Men,
And all their laboured monuments away,
Firm, unremitting, matchless, in their course ;
To the kind tempered change of night and day,
And of the seasons ever stealing round,

40 Minutely faithful : Such THE ALL-PERFECT Hand ! That poised, impels, and rules the steady Whole.

When now no more the alternate Twins are fired,
And Cancer reddens with the solar blaze,
Short is the doubtful empire of the night;

And soon observant of approaching day,
The meek-eyed Morn appears, mother of dews;
At first faint-gleaming in the dappled east :
Till far o'er ether spreads the widening glow;

Early Rising.


And, from before the lustre of her face,

50 White break the clouds away. With quickened step, Brown night retires : Young Day pours in apace, And opens all the lawny prospect wide. The dripping rock, the mountain's misty top Swell on the sight, and brighten with the dawn. Blue, thro' the dusk, the smoking currents shine ; And from the bladed field the fearful hare Limps, awkward : while along the forest glade The wild deer trip, and often turning, gaze At early passenger. Music awakes

60 The native voice of undissembled joy ; And thick around the woodland hymns arise. Roused by the cock, the soon-clad shepherd leaves His

mossy cottage, where with Peace he dwells ; And from the crowded fold, in order, drives

65 His flock, to taste the verdure of the morn.

Falsely luxurious, will not Man awake ;
And, springing from the bed of sloth, enjoy
The cool, the fragrant, and the silent hour,
To meditation due, and sacred song ?
For is there aught in sleep can charm the wise ?
To lie in dead'oblivion, losing half
The fleeting moments of too short a life ;
Total extinction of th’ enlightened soul !
Or else to feverish vanity alive,

Wildered, and tossing thro' distempered dreams?
Who would in such a gloomy state remain
Longer than Nature craves ; when every Muse
And every blooming pleasure wait without,
To bless the wildly-devious morning-walk?

But yonder comes the powerful King of Day, Rejoicing in the east ! The lessening cloud,



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