FORD. The ARGUMENT. The Subject propofed. Infcribed to the Countess of HART, The Seafon is defcribed as it affects the va rious parts of Nature, afcending from the lower to the higher; with digreffions arising from the subject. Its influence on inanimate Matter, on Vegetables, on brute Animals, and laft on Man; concluding with a diffuafive from the wild and irregular passion of Love, opposed to that of a pure and happy kind. SPRING. C OME, gentle SPRING, ethereal Mildness, come, Of shadowing roses, on our plains descend. O HARTFORD, fitted or to fhine in courts 5 With unaffected grace, or walk the plain With innocence and meditation join'd In foft affemblage, liften to my fong, Which thy own Seafon paints; when Nature all Is blooming and benevolent, like thee. AND fee where furly WINTER paffes off, Far to the north, and calls his ruffian blasts: His blafts obey, and quit the howling hill, The shattered foreft, and the ravag'd vale; 10 While fofter gales fucceed, at whose kind touch, 15 Diffolving fnows in fivid torrents loft, The mountains lift their green heads to the sky, As yet the trembling year is unconfirm'd, B 2 20 To To fhake the founding marsh; or from the shore And fing their wild notes to the liftening wafte. 25 AT last from Aries rolls the bounteous fun, And the bright Bull receives him. Then no more Th' expansive atmosphere is cramp'd with cold; But, full of life and vivifying soul, Lifts the light clouds fublime, and fpreads them thin, 30 Fleecy and white, o'er all-furrounding heaven. FORTH fly the tepid airs; and unconfin'd, Unbinding earth, the moving softness strays. Joyous, th' impatient hufbandman perceives Relenting Nature, and his lufty steers 35 Drives from their stalls, to where the well-us'd plough 40 WHITE thro' the neighbouring fields the sower stalks, With measur'd ftep; and liberal throws the grain 45 Into the faithful bofom of the ground: The harrow follows harfh, and shuts the scene. BE gracious, HEAVEN! for now laborious Man Has done his part. Ye foftering breezes, blow! Ye 55 Ye foftening dews, ye tender fhowers, defcend! 50 Have held the scale of empire, rul'd the storm YE generous BRITONS, venerate the plough; Your empire owns, and from a thousand shores 65 70 75 NOR |