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When heav'n is fill'd with music sweet
Of birds among the bow'rs. 4 The school-boy, wand'ring in the wood
To pull the flow’rs so gay, ( Starts, thy curious voice to hear,
And imitates thy lay.
Thou fly'st the vocal vale,
Another spring to hail.
Thy sky is ever clear ;
No winter in thy year!
We'd make, with social wing,
Close to Partlet perch'd on high,
Jocund that the morning's nigh. & Swiftly, from the mountain's brow,
Shadows, nurs'd by night, retire ;
Paints with gold the village spire. s Philomel forsakes the thorn,
Plaintive where she prates at night,
Soars beyond the shepherd's sight.
See the chattring swallow spring,
Quick she dips her dappled wing. 5 Now the pine-tree's waving top,
Gently greets the morning gale,
Daises, on the dewy dale
(Restless till her task be done).
Now the busy bee's employ'd,
Sipping dew before the sun.
Where the limpid stream distils,
When 'tis siin-drove from the hills. 8 Colin's for the promis'd corn,
(Ere the harvest hopes are ripe,) Anxious ;-whilst the huntsman's horn,
Boldly sounding, drowns his pipe. 9 Sweet - sweet, the warbling throng,
On the white emblossom'd spray
NOON. 10 FERVID on the glitt'ring flood,
Now the noontide radiance glows:
Not a dew-drop's left the rose. 11 By the brook the shepherd dines,
From the fierce meridian heat,
Pendant o'er his grassy seat. 12 Now the flock forsakes the glade,
Where, uncheck'd, the sun-beams fall, Sure to find a pleasing shade
By the ivy'd abbey wall. 13 Echo, in her airy round,
O'er the river, rock, and hill,
Save the clack of yonder mill. 14 Cattle court the zephyrs bland,
Where the streamlet wanders cool;
Midway in the marshy pool.
Not a flutt'ring zephyr springs;
Scorch its soft, its silken wings. 16 Not a leaf has leave to stir;
Nature's lull'd-serene and still:
Sleeping on the heath-clad hill.
17 Languid is the landscape round,
Till the fresh descending show'r,
Raises ev'ry fainting How'r.
Now the warblers' throats in tune;
Free ; (the furrow'd task is done ;)
Burnish'd by the setting sun.
Sinking from a golden sky:
Copy the refulgent aye?
(To the smoking hamlet bound,)
Lengthen'do'er the level ground.
Shelter for the lordly dome!
See the rooks returning home!
Carols to the ev'ning loud ;
Breaking through a parted cloud.
From the barn or twisted brake;
Curling on the silver lake.
Playful from its bosom springs;
Verges in successive rings.
O'er the path-divided dale,
With her well-pois'd milking pail !
Tuning sweet their mellow throats,
The order of nature.
Above, how high progressive life may go!
No glass can reach; from infinite to thee,
Were we to press, inferior might on ours;
Tenth or ten thousandth, breaks the chain alike. 2 And, if each system in gradation roll,
Alike essential to the amazing whole,
Vile worm! Oh madness ! pride! impiety! 9 What if the foot ordain'd the dust to tread,
Or hand, to toil, aspir'd to be the head ?
The great directing MIND OF ALL ordains. 4 All are but parts of one stupendous whole,
Whose body nature is, and God the soul:
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Lives thro' all life, extends thro' all extent,
He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all 5 Cease then, nor ORDER imperfection name:
Our proper bliss depends on what we blame.
OW are thy servants blest, O Lord !
How sure is their defence !
Their help Omnipotence.
Supported by thy care,
And breath'd in tainted air.
Made ev'ry region please ;
And smooth'd the Tyrrhene seas. 4 Think, O my soul, devoutly think,
How, with affrighted eyes,
In all its horrors rise!
And fear in ev'ry heart,