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The promis'd sweetness. Man fuperior walks
Thus all day long the full diftended clouds Indulge their genial ftores, and well-fhower'd earth Is deep enrich'd with vegetable life; Till, in the western sky, the downward fun Looks out, effulgent, from amid the flush Of broken clouds, gay-fhifting to his beam. The rapid radience inftantaneous ftrikes Th'illumin'd mountain, thro' the foreft ftreams, Shakes on the floods, and in a yellow mist, Far fmoaking o'er th' interminable plain, In twinkling myriads lights the dewy gems. Moift, bright, and green, the landskip laughs around. Full fwell the woods; their every mufic wakes, Mix'd in wild concert with the warbling brooks Increas'd, the diftant bleatings of the hills, And hollow lows refponfive from the vales, Whence blending all the fweetened zephyr fprings, Mean time refracted from yon eastern cloud, Beftriding 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 diffolving clouds Form, fronting on the fun, the fhowry prifm;. And to the fage-inftructed eye unfold The various twine of light, by thee disclos'd
From the white mingling maze. Not fo the boy;
That part where he prefers the vegetable to the animal food, and inveighs against the cruelty of deftroying thofe creatures, that are not only inoffenfive, but ferviceable to us, is pathetic and fublime.
Shall Man, whom nature form'd of milder clay,
The description of the garden, and the apoftrophe to the Supreme being on that occafion, are both pious and poetical; as alfo is. the description of the feathered songsters, and their Loves; but thefe and other parts, equally beautiful, are too long to be here inferted. The author con
cludes his poem on Spring with an Eulogium on a happy marriage state.
As the Summer feason is more uniform than the Spring, and does not admit of equal variety, the poet, after defcribing the motion of those heavenly bodies which occafion the fucceffion of feafons, introduces the description of a Summer's day, and speaks particularly of the dawn, funrifing, and the forenoon; where he confiders the Summer infects, and gives us a fcene of hay-making, and theepfhearing, which are natural and poetical. He then describes the noon-day, a wood-land retreat, a groupe of flocks and herds, a folemn grove, and the effect it has on a contemplative mind. He next prefents us with a cataract, and a landscape, rude and romantic; whence we are led into the To rid Zone, to view a Summer there. He then defcribes a ftorm of thunder and light'ning, which is fufficiently terrible, but is made more fo by a pathetic tale of two lovers loft in the tempeft. This ftorm is fucceeded by a ferene afternoon, in which are defcribed the pastime of bathing and walking. After this, we are presented with the profpect of a well cultivated country, which paves the way for a panegyric on Great Britain, that immediately follows. We are then entertained with defcriptions of the fun fetting, of the evening, night, fummer meteors, and of a comet; and the Poem concludes in praise of natural philofophy.
His defcription of the morning, of the fun rifing, and the hymn on that occafion, are too beautiful to be omitted.
WHEN now no more th' alternate Tavins are fix'd,
And from the bladed field the fearful hare
FALSELY luxurious, will not Man awake;
But yonder comes the powerful king of day, Rejoicing in the eaft. The leffening cloud, The kindling azure, and the mountain's brow, Illum'd with fluid gold, his near approach Betoken glad. Lo! now apparent all, Aflant the dew-bright earth, and colour'd air, He looks in boundless majesty abroad; And sheds the shining day, that burnish'd plays On rocks, and hills, and towers, and wandering streams, High gleaming from a-far. Prime chearer light! Of all material beings first, and best! Efflux divine! Nature's refplendent robe! Without whofe vefting beauty all were wrapt In uneffential gloom; and thou, O Sun! Soul of furrounding worlds! in whom best seen Shines out thy Maker! may I fing of thee?
'Tis by thy fecret, ftrong, attractive force,
Informer of the planetary train ! Without whofe quick'ning glance their cumbrous orbs Were brute unlovely mafs, inert and dead, And not as now the green abodes of life; How many forms of being wait on thee! Inhaling fpirit; from th' unfettered mind, By thee fublim'd, down to the daily race, The mixing myriads of thy fetting beam.
The vegetable world is also thine, Parent of feafons! who the pomp precede That waits thy throne, as thro' thy vaft domain, Annual, along the bright ecliptic road, In world-rejoicing state, it moves fublime. Mean-time th' expecting nations, circled gay With all the various tribes of foodful earth, Implore thy bounty, or fend grateful up A common hymn: while, round the beaming ear, High-feen, the seafons lead, in sprightly dance Harmonious knit, the rofy-finger'd hours. The zephyrs floating loofe, the timely rains, Of bloom ethereal the light-footed dews, And foftened into joy the furly ftorms. Thefe, infucceffive turn, with lavish hand, Shower every beauty, every fragrance shower, Herbs, flowers, and fruits; 'till, kindling at thy touch, From land to land is flush'd the vernal year.
Nor to the surface of enliven'd earth,