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Unfatisfied, and fick, toffes in noon.
Emblem inftructive of the virtuous Man,

Who keeps his temper'd mind ferene, and pure,

And every paffion aptly harmoniz'd,

Amid a jarring world with vice inflam'd.

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WELCOME, ye fhades! ye bowery thickets, hail!

Ye lofty pines! ye venerable oaks!

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Ye afhes wild, refounding o'er the steep!.

Delicious is your shelter to the foul,

As to the hunted hart the fallying spring,

Or ftream full-flowing, that his swelling fides
Laves, as he floats along the herbag'd brink.
Cool, thro' the nerves, your pleafing comfort glides;
The heart beats glad; the fresh-expanded eye
And ear resume their watch; the finews knit;
And life shoots fwift thro' all the lightened limbs.

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AROUND th' adjoining brook, that purls along 480 The vocal grove, now fretting o'er a rock, Now fcarcely moving thro' a reedy pool, Now starting to a fudden stream, and now Gently diffus'd into a limpid plain;

A various groupe the herds and flocks compofe, 485-
Rural confufion! On the graffy bank.

Some ruminating lie; while others ftand:
Half in the flood, and often bending fip
The circling furface. In the middle droops.
The ftrong laborious ox, of honeft front,

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Which incompos'd he fhakes; and from his fides.
The troublous infects lashes with his tail,
Returning ftill. Amid his fubjects fafe,

Slumbers the monarch-fwain; his careless arm
Thrown round his head, on downy mofs fuftain'd; 495
Here laid his scrip, with wholesome viands fill'd ;
There, listening every noise, his watchful dog.

LIGHT fly his flumbers, if perchance a flight
Of angry gad-flies faften on the herd;

That startling fcatters from the fhallow brook, 500
In fearch of lavish stream. Toffing the foam,
They scorn the keeper's voice, and fcour the plain,
Thro' all the bright severity of noon;

While, from their labouring breasts, a hollow moan
Proceeding, runs low-bellowing round the hills. 505

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OFT in this feafon too the horse, provok'd,, While his big finews full of spirits swell, Trembling with vigour, in the heat of blood, Springs the high fence; and, o'er the field effus'd, Darts on the gloomy flood, with ftedfast eye, And heart eftranged to fear: his nervous chest, Luxuriant, and erect, the feat of ftrength! Bears down th' oppofing ftream: quenchlefs his thirft; He takes the river at redoubled draughts; And with wide noftrils, fnorting, fkims the wave. 515

STILL let me pierce into the midnight depth Of yonder grove, of wildest largest growth:

That,

That, forming high in air a woodland quire,
Nods o'er the mount beneath.

At every step,

Solemn, and flow, the shadows blacker fall,
And all is awful listening gloom around.

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THESE are the haunts of Meditation, these
The fcenes where ancient bards th' infpiring breath,
Extatic, felt; and, from this world retir'd,

Convers'd with angels, and immortal forms, 525
On gracious errands bent: to fave the fall
Of virtue struggling on the brink of vice;
In waking whispers, and repeated dreams,
To hint pure thought, and warn the favour'd foul
For future trials fated to prepare ;

To prompt the poet, who devoted gives

His mufe to better themes; to foothe the pangs
Of dying worth, and from the patriot's breast
(Backward to mingle in detefted war,

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But foremost when engag'd) to turn the death; 535 And numberlefs fuch offices of love,

Daily, and nightly, zealous to perform.

SHOOK fudden from the bofom of the sky,
A thousand shapes or glide athwart the dusk,
Or ftalk majestic on. Deep-rous'd, I feel
A facred terror, a fevere delight,

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Creep thro' my mortal frame; and thus, methinks,
A voice, than human more, th' abstracted ear
Of fancy ftrikes. "Be not of us afraid,

"Poor

"Poor kindred Man! thy fellow-creatures, we 545 "From the fame PARENT-POWER our beings drew, "The fame our Lord, and laws, and great pursuit. "Once fome of us, like thee, thro' ftormy life, "Toil'd, tempest-beaten, ere we could attain "This holy calm, this harmony of mind, "Where purity and peace immingle charms. "Then fear not us; but with refponfive fong, "Amid thefe dim receffes, undisturb'd

By noify folly and difcordant vice,

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"Of Nature fing with us, and Nature's GOD. 555 "Here frequent, at the vifionary hour,

"When musing midnight reigns or filent noon,

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Angelic harps are in full concert heard,

"And voices chaunting from the wood-crown'd hill, "The deepening dale, or inmost fylvan glade: 560 "A privilege beftow'd by us, alone,

"On Contemplation, or the hallow'd ear "Of Poet, fwelling to feraphic strain.”

AND art thou, *STANLEY, of that facred band?

Alas, for us too foon! Tho' rais'd above

The reach of human pain, above the flight
Of human joy; yet, with a mingled-ray
Of fadly pleas'd remembrance, muft thou feel
A mother's love, a mother's tender woe:
Who feeks thee ftill, in many a former scene;

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* A young lady, well known to the author, who died at the age of eighteen, in the year 1738.

Seeks

Seeks thy fair form, thy lovely-beaming eyes,
Thy pleafing converfe, by gay lively fenfe
Infpir'd: where moral wifdom mildly fhone,
Without the toil of art; and virtue glow'd,
In all her fmiles, without forbidding pride.
But, O thou beft of parents! wipe thy tears;
Or rather to PARENTAL NATURE pay
The tears of grateful joy, who for a while
Lent thee this younger felf, this opening bloom
Of thy enlightened mind and gentle worth.
Believe the Mufe: the wintry blast of death
Kills not the buds of virtue; no, they spread,
Beneath the heavenly beam of brighter funs,
Thro' endless ages, into higher powers.

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THUS up the mount, in airy vifion rapt, I ftray, regardlefs whither; till the found

Of a near fall of water every fenfe

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Wakes from the charm of thought: fwift-fhrinking

I check my steps, and view the broken scene.

SMOOTH to the fhelving brink a copious flood 590 Rolls fair, and placid; where collected all, In one impetuous torrent, down the steep It thundering fhoots, and shakes the country round. At first, an azure sheet, it rushes broad; Then whitening by degrees, as prone it falls, And from the loud-refounding rocks below Dash'd in a cloud of foam, it sends aloft

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A hoary

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