Lies in the furrow, loofen'd from the froft. They lend their fhoulder, and begin their toil, White, thro' the neighbouring fields the With measur'd step; and, liberal, throws the grain Into the faithful bofom of the ground. The harrow follows harsh, and fhuts the fcene. From the moift meadow to the wither'd Led by the breeze, the vivid verdure runs, ray'd In all the colours of the flushing year, Lies yet a little embryo, unperceiv'd, Within its crimson folds. Now from the town Buried in smoke, and sleep, and noisom damps, Where 1 Where freshness breathes, and dash the trembling drops From the bent bush, as thro' the verdant maze Of mingled bloffoms; where the raptur'd eye * * Even mountains, vales, And forests feem, impatient, to demandi The promis'd fweetnefs. Man fuperior walks Amid the glad creation, mufing praife, And looking lively gratitude. At laft, The clouds confign their treafures to the fields, And, foftly fhaking on the dimpled pool Prelufive drops, let all their moisture flow, In large effufion o'er the freshen'd world. The ftealing fhower is fcarce to patter heard, By fuch as wander thro' the forest-walks, Beneath th' umbrageous multitude of leaves. But who can hold. the shade while heaven de fcends In univerfal bounty, fhedding herbs, And fruits, and flowers, on nature's ample lap?: Swift fancy fir'd anticipates their growth; See, where the winding vale its lavish ftores,- The latent rill, fcarce oozing thro' the grafs, Of bloffom'd beams. Arabia cannot boast Nor is the mead unworthy of thy foot, Full of fresh verdure, and unnumber'd flowers, Here their delicious task the fervent bees, And oft, with bolder wing, they foaring dare The purple heath, or where the wild-thyme grows, And yellow load them with the luscious spoil. At length the finish'd garden to the view Its vistas opens, and its alleys green. Snatch'd thro' the verdant maze, the hurried eye Diftracted wanders; now the bowery walk Now meets the bending fky, the river now Th' etherial mountain, and the diftant main. But But why fo far excurfive? when at hand, Along thefe blushing borders, bright with dew, And in yon mingled wilderness of flowers, The daify, primrose, violet darkly blue, The yellow wall-flower, ftain'd with iron brown; And lavish stock that fcents the garden round, From the foft wing of vernal breezes fhed, Anemonies; auriculas, enrich'd With fhining meal o'er all their velvet leaves; Then comes the tulip-race, where beauty plays The varied colours run; and, while they break On the charm'd eye, the exulting florift marks, Low-bent, and blushing inward; nor jonquils, Infinite numbers, delicacies, fmells; With hues on hues expreffion cannot paint, The breath of nature, and her endless bloom.. Ee 3 Hail Hait, SOURCE OF BEINGS! UNIVERSAL SOUL Of heaven and earth! ESSENTIAL PRESENCE, hail! TO THEE I bend the KNEE; to THEE my thoughts, Continual, climb; who, with a mafter-hand, The juicy tide; a twining mafs of tubes.. By wintry winds, that now in fluent dance, SUMMER |