Enough for us to know that this dark state, In wayward passions lost, and vain pursuits, This infancy of being, cannot prove The final issue of the works of God, By boundless love and perfect wisdom form'd, And ever rising with the rising mind. storm. THE ARGUMENT. The subject proposed. Addressed to Mr. Onslow. A prospect of the fields ready for harvest. Reflections in praise of industry raised by that view. Reaping. A tale relative to it. A harvest Shooting and hunting, their barbarity. A ludicrous account of fox-hunting. A view of an orchard. Wall-fruit. A vineyard. A description of fogs, frequent in the latter part of Autumn, whence a digression, enquiring into the rise of foun tains and rivers. Birds of season considered, that now shift their habitation. The prodigious number of them that cover the northern and western isles of Scotland. Hence a view of the country. A prospect of the discoloured, fading woods. After a gentle dusky day, moon-light. Autumnal meteors. Morning: to which succeeds a calm, pure, sun-shiny day, such as usually shuts up the season. The harvest being gathered in, the country dissolved in joy. The whole concludes with a panegyric on a philosophical country life. AUTUM N. CROWN'D with the sickle and the wheaten sheaf, Onslow! the muse, ambitious of thy name, A roll of periods sweeter than her song. Rich, silent, deep, they stand; for not a gale Falls from its poise, and gives the breeze to blow. The clouds fly diff'rent; and the sudden sun |