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Nor deeper verdure dyes the robe of Spring,
The very dead creation, from thy touch,
How shall I then attempt to sing of HIM, 175 Who, Light HIMSELF, in uncreated light Invested deep, dwells awfully retir’d From mortal eye, or angel's purer ken; Whose single smile has, from the first of time,
Filld, overlowing, all those lamps of Heaven, 180
And yet was every faultering tongue of Man, 185 ALMIGHTY FATHER! filent in thy praise ; Thy Works themselves would raise a general voice, Even in the depth of folitary woods By human foot antrod, proclaim thy power, And to the quire celestial Thee resound, 190 Th'eternal cause, support, and end of all !
To me be Nature's volume broad-display'd ;
Now, flaming up the heavens, the potent fun Melts into limpid air the high-rais'd clouds, And inorning fogs, that hover'd round the hills In party-colour'd bands; till wide unveild The face of Nature shines, from where earth seems Far-ftretch'd around, to meet the bending sphere.
Half in a blush of clustering roses loft,
Who can unpitying see the flowery race, Shed by the morn, their new-flush'd bloom resign, Before the parching beam ? So fade the fair, When fevers revel thro' their azure veins. 215 But one, the lofty follower of the sun, Sad when he sets, fhuts up her yellow leaves, Drooping all night; and, when he warm returns, Points her enamour'd bosom to his ray.
Home, from his morning task, the fwain retreats ; His flock before him stepping to the fold : While the full-udder'd mother lows around The chearful cottage, then expecting food, The food of innocence, and health! The daw, The rook and magpie, to the grey-grown oaks 225 (That the calm village in their verdant arms, Sheltering, embrace) direct their lazy flight; Where on the mingling boughs they fit embower'd, All the hot noon, till cooler hours arise.. Faint, underneath, the houshold fowls convene; 230 D5
And, in a corner of the buzzing shade,
WAK'D by his warmer ray, the reptile young Come wing'd abroad; by the light air upborn, Lighter, and full of soul. From every chink, And secret corner, where they slept away The wintry storms; or rising from their tombs, 245 To higher life; by myriads, forth at once, Swarming they pour; of all the vary'd hues Their beauty-beaming parent can disclose. Ten thousand forms! Ten thousand different tribes ! People the blaze. To sunny waters some 250 By fatal instinct fly; where on the pool They, sportive, wheel; or, failing down the ftream, Are snatch'd immediate by the quick-ey'd trout, Or darting falmon. Thro' the green-wood glade Some love to stray; there lodg’d, amus'd and fed, 255 In the fresh leaf. Luxurious, others make The meads their choice, and visit every flower, And every latent herb: for the sweet task,
To propagate their kinds, and where to wrap,
But chief to heedless flies the window proves A constant death ; where, gloomily retir’d, The villain spider lives, cunning, and fierce, Mixture abhorr'd! Amid a mangled heap 270 Of carcasses, in eager watch he fits, O’erlooking all his waving snares around. Near the dire, cell the dreadlefs wanderer oft Passes, as oft the ruffian shows his front; The prey at last ensnar'd, he dreadful darts,
275 With rapid glide, along the leaning line; And, fixing in the wretch, his cruel fangs, Strikes backward grimly pleas'd : the fluttering wing, And thriller found declare extreme distress, nd ask the helping hospitable hand.
RÉSOUNDS the living surface of the ground : Nor undelightful is the ceaseless hum, To him who muses thro' the woods at noon; Or drowsy shepherd, as he lies reclin'd, With half-Thut eyes, beneath the floating fhade 285 D6