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Informer of the planetary train ! * i
Without whose quick’ning glance their cumbrous orbs
Were brute unlovely mass, inert and dead,
And not as now the green abodes of life;
How many forms of being wait on thee!
Inhaling spirit; from th' unfettered mind,
By thee fublim'd, down to the daily race,
The mixing myriads of thy fetting beam.

The vegetable world is also thine,
Parent of seasons ! who the pomp precede
That waits thy throne, as thro’ thy vast domain,
Annual, along the bright ecliptic road,
In world-rejoicing state, it moves fublime.
Mean-time th’ expecting nations, circled gay
With all the various tribes of foodful earth,
Implore thy bounty, or fend grateful up
A common hymn : while, round the beaming ear,
High-feen, the feafons lead, in fprightly dance
Harmonious knit, the rosy-finger'd hours.
The zephyrs floating loofe, the timely rains,
Qf bloom ethereal the light-footed dews,
And foftened into joy the furly storms.
These, insuccessive turn, with lavish hand,
Shower every beauty, every fragrance shower,
Herbs, flowers, and fruits ; 'tili, kindling at thy touch,
From land to land is flush'd the vernal year.

Nor to the surface of enliven’d earth, Graceful with hills and dales, and leafy woods, . Her liberal treffes, is thy force confin’d: But, to the bowel'd cavern darting deep, The mineral kinds confess thy mighty power. Effulgent, hence the veiny marble fhines ; - ---Hence labour draws his tools; hence burnish'd war

Gleams on the day; the nobler works of peace
Hence bless mankind, and generous commerce binds
The round of nations in a golden chain.

The unfruitful rock itself, impregn’d by thee,
In dark retirement forms the lucid stone.
The lively Diamond drinks the purest rays,
Collećted light compaćt ; that, polish'd bright,
And all its native luftre let abroad,
Dares, as it fparkles on the fair one's breast,
With vain ambition emulate her eyes.
At thee the Ruby lights its deepning glow,
And with a waving radiance inward flames.
From thee the Sapphire, solid ether, takes
Its hue cerulean ; and, of evening tinét,
The purple-streaming Amethyst is thine.
With thy own smile the yellow Topaz burns.
Nor deeper verdure dyes the rope of Spring,
When first she gives it to the fouthern gale,
Than the green Emerald shows. But, all combin'd,
Thick thro' the whitening Opal play thy beams;
Or, flying feveral from its surface, form
A trembling variance of revolving hues,
As the fite varies in the gazer's hand.

The very dead creation, from thy touch,
Affumes a mimic life. By thee refin’d,
In brighter mazes the relucent stream
Plays o'er the mead. The precipiece abrubt,
Projećting horror on the blackened flood,
Softens at thy return. The defart joys
Wildly, thro’ all his melancholy bounds.
Rude ruins glitter ; and the briny deep,
Seen from fome pointed promontory's top,
Far to the blue horizon’s utmost verge
Restless, reflećts a floating gleam. But this,
And all the much-transported mufe can fing,
Are to thy beauty, dignity, and ufe,
Unequal far ; great delegated fource
Of light, and life, and grace, and joy below !

How shall I then attempt to fing of HIM,
Who, LIGHT HIMSELF, in uncreated light

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The Description of the Storm is finely painted. -The affecting Tale of the Lovers is also touched up with exquisite art, and answers a two-fold purpose ; for this scene of distress not only heightens the horror of the tempest, but adds variety to the Description, and prevents the

mind from being fatiated by an enumeration of particulars that are of a fimilar nature.

Behold, flow-fettling o'er the lurid grove
Unusual darkness broods; and growing gains
The full poffestion of the sky, furcharg'd
With wrathful vapour, from the fecret beds,
Where sleep the mineral generations, drawn.
Thence nitre, fulphur, and the fiery spume
Of fat bitumen, fteaming on the day,
With various tinćtur'd trains of latent flame,
Pollute the sky, and in yon baleful cloud,
A reddening gloom, a magazine of fate,

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The dash of clouds, or irritating war
Of fighting winds, while all is calm below,
They furious fpring. Aboding filence reigns,
Dread thro' the dun expanse ; fave the dull found
That from the mountain, previous to the storm,
Rolls o'er the muttering earth, difturbs the flood,
And shakes the forest-leaf without a breath.
Prone, to the lowest vale, the aërial tribes
Descend: the tempest-loving raven scarce
Dares wing the dubious duik. In rueful gaze
The cattle stand, and on the fcowling heavens
Cast a deploring eye; by man forfook,
Who to the crouded cottage hies him fast,
Orfeeks the shelter of the downward cave.

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"Tis listening fear, and dumb amazement all :
When to the startled eye the sudden glance
Appears far fouth, eruptive thro’ the cloud ;
And following flower, in explofion vast,
The thunder raifes his tremendous voice.
At first, heard folemn o'er the verge of heaven,
The tempest growls; but as it nearer comes,
And rolls its awful burden on the wind,
The lightnings flash a larger curve, and more
The noise astounds : till over head a sheet
Of livid flame discloses wide ; then shuts,
And opens wider ; shuts and opens still
Expanfive, wrapping ether in a blaze.
Follows the loofen’d aggravated roar,
Enlarging, deepening, mingling ; peal on peal
Crush'd horrible, convulfing heaven and earth.

Down comes a deluge of sonorous hail,
Or Prone-descending rain. Wide-rent, the clouds,
Pour a whole flood; and yet, its flame unquench'd,
Th’ unconquerable lightning fruggles through
Ragged and fierce, or in red whirling balls,
And fires the mountains with redoubled rage.
Black from the stroke, above, the fmould'ring pine
Stands a fad shattered trunk; and, stretch’d below,
A lifeless groupe the blafted cattle lie :
Here the soft flocks, with that fame harmless look
"They wore alive, and ruminating still
In fancy’s eye; and there the frowning bull,
And ox half rais'd. Struck on the caŘled clist,
The venerable tower and fpiry fane
Resign their aged pride. The gloomy woods
Start at the flash, and from their deep recess,
Wide-flaming out, their trembling inmates shake.
Amid Carnarvon's mountains rages loud
The repercufiive roar : with mighty crush,
Into the flashing deep, from the rude rocks
Of Penmanmaur heap'd hideous to the sky,
Tumble the fmitten cliffs ; and Snowder's peak,
Dissolving, instant yields his wintry load.
Far feen, the heights of heathy Cheviot blaze,
And Thule’ bellows thro' her utmost isles.

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GUILT hears appall'd, with deeply troubled thought, And yet not always on the guilty head Descends the fated flash. Young CE LA doN And his AM E LI A were a matchless pair; With equal virtue form'd, and equal grace, The fame, distinguish’d by their sex alone: Hers the mild lustre of the blooming morn, And his the radiance of the rifen day.

They lov'd : But such their guileless pastion was, As in the dawn of time inform’d the heart Of innocence, and undissembling truth. 'Twas friendship heighten’d by the mutual wish, Th’enchanting hope, and sympathetic glow, Beam'd from the mutual eye. Devoting all To love, each was to each a dearer felf; Supremely happy in th' awaken’d power Of giving joy. Alone, amid the fhades, Still in harmonious intercourse they liv'd The rural day, and talk'd the flowing heart, Or figh'd, and look'd unutterable things.

So pass'd their life, a clear united stream,

By care unruffled ; till, in evil hour, The tempest caught them on the tender walk, Heedless how far, and where its mazes stray'd, While, with each other blest, creative love Still bade eternal Eden fmile around. Prefaging instant fate her bofom heav'd Unwonted fighs, and stealing oft a look Of the big gloom on CE LA D o N her eye Fell tearful, wetting her diforder'd cheek. . In vain affuring love, and confidence In HE A v EN, reprefs'd her fear; it grew, and shook Her frame near diffolution. He perceiv'd Th’unequal confli&t, and as angels look On dying faints, his eyes compassion fhed, With love illumin’d high, “ Fear not, he faid, “ Sweet innocence ! thou stranger to offence, “ And inward storm ! He, who yon fkies involves “ In frowns of darkness, ever fmiles on thee “ With kind regard. O'er thee the secret shaft “ That wastes at midnight, or th’ undreaded hour - H 2 -

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