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FERVID on the glitt'ring flood,

Now the noontide's radiance glows : Drooping o'er its infant bud,

Not a dew drop's left the rose. By the brook the shepherd dines,

From the fierce meridian heat, Shelter'd by the branching pines,

Pendant o'er his grassy seat, Now the dock forsakes the glade,

Where uncheck'd the sun-beams fall, Sure to find a pleasing shade

By the ivy'd abbey's wall.
Echo, in her airy round,

O're the river, rock, and hidl,
Cannot catch a single sound,

Save the clack of yonder mill.
Cattle court the zephyrs bland,

Where the streamlet wanders cool;
Or with languid silence stand

Midway in the marshy pool.
But from mountain, dell, or stream,

Not a sull'ring zephyr springs ;
Fearful lest the noontide beam

Scorch its soft its silken wings.
Not a leaf has leave to stir,

Nature's luli'd, serene, and still
Quiet een the shepherd's cur,

Sleeping on the heath clad hill,
Languid is the landscape round,

Till the fresh descending show's
Grateful to the thirsty ground,

Raises every, fainting flower.
Now the hill, the hedge, are greed,

Now the warbler's throai's in tune;
Blithesume is the verdant scene,

Brighten' by the beams of noon!



O'ER the heath the heifer strays

Free, (the furrow'd task is done,) Now the village windows blaze,

Burnish'd by the setting sun. Now he sets behind the hill,

Sinking from a golden sky ; Can the pencil's mimic skillo

Copy the refulgent dye ? Trudging as the ploughmen go,

(To the smoaking, hamlet bound) Giant like their shadow's grow,

Lengthen'd o'er the level ground, Where the rising forest spreads

Shelter for the lordly dome ! To their bigh built airy beds,

See the rvoks returning home! As the lark with vary'd tune,

Carols to the ev'ning loud ; Mark the mild resplendent moon,

Breaking through a parted cloud, Now the hermit howlet peeps

From the barn or twisted brake ; And the blue mist slowly creeps,

Curling on the silver lake. As the trout in speckled pride,

Playful from its bosom prings To the banke a ruffled tide

Verges in successive rings. Tripping through the silken grass,

O'er the path divided dale, Mark the rose complexion'd lass

With her well pois'd milking pail ! Linnets with unnumber'd notes,

And the cuckoo bird with two, Tuning sweet their mdow throats,

Bid the setting sun adieu.



The order of Nature.

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See, thro' this air, this: ocean, and this earth,
All matter quick, and bursting into birthi
Above, how high progressive life may go !
Around, how wide: ! how deep extend below!
Vast chain of being ! which from God.began,
Nature ethereai, human, angel, man:
Beast, bird, fish, insect, whal no eye can see,
No glass can reach ; from infinite to thee,
From thee to nothing. On superior pow'rs.
Were we to press; inferior might on ours;
Or in the full creation leave a void,
Where, one step broken, the great scale's destroy'd :
From nature's chậin whatever link you strike,
Tenth, or ten thousandth, breaks the chain alike,

And, if each system in gradation roll,
Alike essential to the amazing whole,
The least confusion but in one, not all
'That systein only, but the whole must fall.
Let earth, unbalanc'd, from her orbit fly,
Planets and suns run lawless, through the sky ;
Let ruling angels from their spheres be hurl'd,
Being on being wreck'd, and world on world :
Heaven's whole foundations to their centre nod,
And nature trembles to the throne of God.
All this dread ORDER break, for whom ? for thes?
Vile worm ! Oh madness ! pride ! impiety !

What if the foot, ordain'd the dust to tread,
Or hand, to toil, aspir'd to be the head ?
What if the head, the cye, or ear repin'd
To serve mere engines to the ruling mind ?
Jást as absurd, for any part to claim
To be another, in this gen'ral frame :
Just as absurd to mourn the tasks or pains,
The great directing MIND OF ALL ordains.

All are but parts of one stupendous whole,
Whose body nature is, and God the soul :
That chang'd through all, and yet in all the same,
Great in the earth, as in th' ethereal frame ;
Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze,
Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees ;

Lives thro' all life, extends thro' all extent,
Spreads undivided, operates unspent ;
Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part,
As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart ;
As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns ;
As the wrapt seraph that adores and burns ;
To him no high, no low, no great, ng small ;
He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.

Cease then, nor ORDER in perfection name:
Our proper bliss depends on what we blame,
Know thy own point : this kind, this due degree
Of blindnes, weakness, Heaven bestows on ihee.
Submit-In this or any other sphere,
Secure to be as blest as thou canst bear
Safe in the hand of one disposing pow'r,
Or in the natal, or the mortal hour.
All nature is but art, unknown to thee ;
All chance, direction, which thou canst not see ;
All discord, harmony not understood ,
All partial evil universal good :
And, spite of Pride, in erring reason's spite,
One truth is clear,. WHATEVER IS, IS RIGHT.

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Confidence in Divine Protection.

How are thy servants blest, O Lord !

How sure is their defence !
Eternal wisdom is their guide,

Their help Omnipotence.
In foreign realms, and lands remote,

Supported by thy care,
Through burning climes I pass'd unhurt,

And breath'd in tainted air.
Thy mercy sweeten'd ev'ry soil,

Mad: ev'ry region please ;
The hoary Alpine hills it warm'd,

And smooth'd the Tyrrhene seas.
Think, O my soul, de outly think,

How, with affrighted eyes,
Thou saw'st the wide extended deep

In all its horrors rise !

Confusion dwelt in ev'ry face,

And fear in ey'ry heart,
When waves on waves, and gulphs in gulphs,

O'ercame the pilot's art.
Yet then, from all my griefs, O Lord,

Thy mercy set me free ;
While in the confidence of prayor"

My soul took hold on thee.
For tho' in dreadful whirls we hung

High on the broken wave,
I knew thou wert not slow to hear,

Nor impotent to save.

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The storm was laid, the winds retir'd,

Obedient to thy will ;
The sea that roar'd at ihy command,

Al thy command was still,
In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths,.

Thy goodness l'il adore ;
And praise thee for thy mercies past,

And humbly, hope for more.
My life, if thou preserve my life,

Tliy sacrifice shall be :
And death, if death must be my doom,

Shall join my soul to thee.



Hymn on a review of the Seasons.

THESE, as they change, Almighty Father, these,
Are but the varied God. The rolling year
Is full of thee. Forth in the pleasirig spring
*Thy beauty walks, thy tenderness and love.
Wide flush the fields; the softening air is balm ;
Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ;
And every sense, and every heart is joy.
Then comes thy glory in the summer months,
With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun
Shoots full perfection through the swelling year :
And ost thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks ;

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