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7. O could I fly, I'd fly with thee; We'd make, with social wing, Our annnal visit o'er the globe, Companions of the oš L0GANA. SECTION. XIX. f Day. A pastoral in three parts. MORNING. 1. In the barn the tenant cock, .. i Close to Portlet perch’d on high, | Briskly crows, (the shepherd's clock!); "jocund that the morning's migh. 2. Swiftly from the mountain’s brow, Shadows, nurs'd by night retire; And the peeping sun-beam now Paints with gold the village spire. 3 Philomel forsakes the thorn, Plaintive where she prates at night; . And the lark to meet the morn, Soars beyond the shepherd's sight, 4. From the low-roof’d cottage ridge, See the chattoring swallow spring; Poło, the one arch’d bridge, Quick she dips her dappled wing.” 5. Now the pine tree's waving top Gently greets the morning gale: Kidlings, now, begin to coop Daisies on the dewy dale. 6. From the balmy sweets, uncloy'd, (Restless till her task be done,) Now the busy bee’s employ'd Sipping dew before §. Sun. 7. Tričking through the crevic'd rock, Where the limpid stream distils, Sweet refreshment waits the flock, When tissun-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—O sweet, the warbling throng, - On the white emblossom'd spray! Nature’s universal song Echoes to the rising day.
Noon. 10. FERVID on the glitt’ring flood, Now the noontide radiance glows: 0Gls. Drooping o'er its infant bud, Not a dew-drop's left the rose. 11. By the brook the shepherd dines, From the fierce meridian heat, - Shelter'd by the branching pines, Pendent 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. 15. Echo, in her airy round, O'er the river, rock, and hill, Cannot catch a single sound, Save the clack of yonder mill. 14. Cattle court the zephyrs bland, Where the streamlet wanders cool; Or with languid silence stand Midway in the marshy pool. 15. But from mountain, dell, or stream, Not a fluttoring zephyr springs; Fearful lest the noontide beam Scorch its soft, its silken wings. 16. Not a leaf has leave to stir, Nature’s lull’d—serene—and still. Quiet e'en the shepherd’s cur, Sleeping on the heath-clad hill. 17. Languid is the landscape round, . Till the fresh descending show'r, Grateful to the thirsty ground, Raises ev'ry fainting flow’r. 18. Now the hill—the hedge—are green, Now the warblers’ throats in tune; Blithsome is the verdant scene, Brighten’d by the beams of moon. - EVENING. 19. O'er the heath the heifer strays Free—(the furrow'd task is done;) Now the village windows blaze, Burnish’d by the setting sun. 20. Now he sets behind the hill, Sinking from a golden sky.
Can the pencil’s mimic skill Copy the refulgent dye? 21. Trud o as the o go, (To the smoking hamlet bound,) Giant-like their shadows grow Lengthen’d o'er the level ground. 22. Where the rising forest spreads Shelter for the lordly dome! To their high-built airy beds, See the rooks returning home ! 28. As the lark, with varied tune, Carols to the ev’ning loud; Mark the mild resplendent moon, Breaking through a parted cloud! 24. Now the hermit owlet peeps From the barn or twisted brake; And the blue mist o creeps, Curling on the silver lake. 25. As the trout in speckled pride, Playful from its bosom springs; To the banks a ruffled tide Verges in successive rings. 26. Tripping through the silken grass O'er the path-divided dale, Mark the rose-complexion'd lass With her well pois'd milking pail! 27. Linnets with unnumber'd notes, • And the cuckoo bird with two, Tuning sweet their mellow throats, Bid the setting sun adieu. CUNNINGHAM. SECTION XX. The order of Nature. 1. SEE, thro’ this air, this ocean, and this earth, All matter quick, and bursting into birth. Above, how high progressive life may go! Around, how wide how deep extend below: Wast chain of being! which from God began, Nature ethereal, human; angel, man; Beast, bird, fish, insect, what no eye can see No glass can reach; from infinite to thee, From thee to nothing.—On superior pow'rs , Were we to press, inferior might on ours; . Or in the full creation leave a void, Where, one step broken, the great scale's destroyd;
From nature’s chain whatever link you strike, Tenth or ten thousandth breaks the chain alike 2. And, if each system in gradation roll, Alike essential to th’ amazing whole, The least confusion but in one, not all That system only, but the whole must fall. Let earth, to: from her orbit fly, Planets and suns run lawless thro’ the sky: Let ruling angels from their spheres be hurl’d, Being on being wreck'd, and world on world; Heaven's whole foundations to their centre nod, And nature trembles to the throne of God. All this dread or DER break—sor whom? for thee" .Vile worms Oh madness! pride! impiety! 3. What if the soot, ordain’d the dust to tread, Or hand, to toil, aspir'd to be the head? What if the head, the eye, or ear repin’d To serve mere engines to the ruling mind? Just as absurd for any part to claim To be another, in this gen'ral frame: Just as absurd, to mourn the tasks or pains, That great directing MIND of ALL ordains. 4. All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body nature is, and God the soul: That chang'd thro' all, and yet in all the same, Great in the earth, as in th’ethereal frame; Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in tha stars, and blossoms in the trees; Lives thro’ all life, extends thro' all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent; Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns: To him, no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, he bounds, connects and equals all. 5. Cease then, nor or DER imperfection name; Our proper bliss depends on what we blame, Know thy own point: this kind, this due degree Of blindness, weakness, Heav'n bestows on thee. Submit.—In this or any other sphere, Secure to be as blest as thou canst bear:
Safe in the hand of one disposing Pow'r, Or in the natal, or the mortal hour. All nature is but art, unknown to thee; All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good; And, spite of Pride, in erring reason spite, One truth is clear,<-whATEveR is, Is RIGHT. Pope. SECTION XXI. Confidence in Divine protection. 1. How are thy servants blest, O Lord! How sure is their defence! Eternal wisdom is their guide. Their help Omnipotence. 2. In foreign realms, and lands remote, Supported by thy care, Through burning climes I pass'd unhurt, - . And breath’d in tainted air. 3. Thy mercy sweeten’d ev'ry soil, - ade ev'ry region please; The hoary Alpine hills it warm’d, - And smooth'd the Tyrrhene seas. 4. Think, O my soul, devoutly think, How, with affrighted eyes, Thou saw'st the wide extended deep In all its horrors rise! * 5. Confusion dwelt in every face, And fear in every heart, When waves on waves, and gulfs in gu.fs, O'ercame the pilot's art. 6. Yet then, from all my griefs, O Lord, Thy mercy set me free; While in the confidence of pray’r My soul took hold on thee. 7. For tho' in dreadful whirls we hung High on the broken wave, I knew thou wert not slow to hear, Nor impotent to save. 8. The storm was laid, the winds retir’d, Obedient to thy will; The sea that roar'd at thy command, ..". At thy command was still. 9. In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths, - - '''" adore;