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THE ARGUMENT.

The subject proposed. Inscribed to the Countess of HARTFORD. The season is described as it affects the various parts of Nature, ascending from the lower to the higher, with digressions arising from the subject. Its influence on inanimate Matter, on Vegetables, on brute Animals, and, last, on Man; concluding with a dissuasive from the wild and irregular passion of Love, opposed to that of a pure and happy kind.

SPRING.

COME, gentle Spring! ethereal mildness, come, And from the bosom of yon dropping cloud, While music wakes around, veil'd in a shower Of shadowing roses, on our plains descend. O Hartford! fitted or to shine in courts With unaffected grace, or walk the plain With innocence and meditation join'd

In soft assemblage, listen to my song,

Which thy own Season paints; when Nature all
Is blooming and benevolent, like thee.

And see where surly Winter passes off,

Far to the north, and calls his ruffian blasts:
His blasts obey, and quit the howling hill,
The shatter'd forest, and the ravag'd vale;

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While softer gales succeed, at whose kind touch, 15
Dissolving snows in livid torrents lost,

The mountains lift their green heads to the sky.
As yet the trembling year is unconfirm'd,
And Winter oft at eve resumes the breeze,
Chills the pale morn, and bids his driving sleets
Deform the day delightless: so that scarce
The bittern knows his time with bill ingulpht
To shake the sounding marsh; or from the shore
The plovers when to scatter o'er the heath,
And sing their wild notes to the listening waste.
At last from Aries rolls the bounteous Sun,
And the bright Bull receives him. Then no more
Th' expansive atmosphere is cramp'd with cold;

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But, full of life and vivifying soul,

Lifts the light clouds sublime, and spreads them thin, 30 Fleecy and white, o'er all-surrounding Heaven.

Forth fly the tepid Airs; and unconfin'd,

Unbinding earth, the moving softness strays.
Joyous th' impatient husbandman perceives
Relenting Nature, and his lusty steers

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Drives from their stalls, to where the well-us'd plough
Lies in the furrow, loosen'd from the frost;
There, unrefusing, to the harness'd yoke

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They lend their shoulder, and begin their toil,
Cheer'd by the simple song and soaring lark.
Meanwhile incumbent o'er the shining share
The master leans, removes th' obstructing clay,
Winds the whole work, and sidelong lays the glebe.
While through the neighbouring field the sower stalks
With measur'd step, and lib'ral throws the grain 45
Into the faithful bosom of the ground:

The harrow follows harsh, and shuts the scene.

Be gracious, HEAVEN! for now laborious man
Has done his part. Ye fostering breezes, blow !
Ye softening dews, ye tender showers, descend!
And temper all, thou world-reviving sun,
Into the perfect year. Nor ye who live
In luxury and ease, in pomp and pride,

Think these lost themes unworthy of your ear:
Such themes as these the rural Maro sung
To wide-imperial Rome, in the full height
Of elegance and taste, by Greece refin'd.
In ancient times, the sacred plough employ'd
The kings and awful fathers of mankind :

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And some, with whom compar'd your insect tribes 60
Are but the beings of a summer's day,

Have held the scale of empire, rul'd the storm
Of mighty war; then, with unwearied hand,
Disdaining little delicacies, seiz'd

The plough, and greatly independent liv'd.

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Ye generous Britons! venerate the plough;
And o'er your hills, and long withdrawing vales,
Let Autumn spread his treasures to the sun,
Luxuriant and unbounded: as the sea,
Far through his azure turbulent domain,
Your empire owns, and from a thousand shores
Wafts all the pomp of life into your ports;
So with superior boon may your rich soil,
Exuberant, Nature's better blessings pour
O'er ev'ry land! the naked nations clothe!
And be th' exhaustless granary of a world!

Nor only through the lenient air this change,
Delicious, breathes; the penetrative sun,
His force deep-darting to the dark retreat
Of vegetation, sets the steaming power
At large, to wander o'er the verdant earth,
In various hues; but chiefly thee, gay Green!
Thou smiling Nature's universal robe !
United light and shade! where the sight dwells
With growing strength, and ever-new delight.

From the moist meadow to the wither'd hill,
Led by the breeze, the vivid verdure runs ;
And swells and deepens to the cherish'd eye.
The hawthorn whitens; and the juicy groves
Put forth their buds, unfolding by degrees,
Till the whole leafy forest stands display'd
In full luxuriance to the sighing gales;

Where the deer rustle through the twining brake,
And the birds sing conceal'd. At once array'd
In all the colours of the flushing year,

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By Nature's swift and secret-working hand,
The garden glows, and fills the liberal air
With lavish fragrance; while the promis'd fruit
Lies yet a little embryo, unperceiv'd,

Within its crimson folds. Now from the town,
Buried in smoke, and sleep, and noisome damps,
Oft let me wander o'er the dewy fields,

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Where freshness breathes, and dash the trembling
From the bent bush,as through the verdant maze [drops
Of sweet-briar hedges I pursue my walk;
Or taste the smell of dairy; or ascend
Some eminence, Augusta, in thy plains,
And see the country, far diffus'd around,

One boundless blush, one white-empurpled shower
Of mingled blossoms; where the raptur'd eye
Hurries from joy to joy, and, hid beneath
The fair profusion, yellow Autumn spies.

If, brush'd from Russian wilds, a cutting gale
Rise not, and scatter from his humid wings

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The clammy mildew; or, dry-blowing, breathe 115 Untimely frost; before whose baleful blast

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The full-blown Spring through all her foliage shrinks,
Joyless and dead, a wide-dejected waste.
For oft, engender'd by the hazy north,
Myriads on myriads, insect armies waft
Keen in the poison'd breeze; and wasteful eat,
Through buds and bark, into the blacken'd core,
Their eager way. A feeble race! yet oft
The sacred sons of vengeance; on whose course
Corrosive famine waits, and kills the year.
To check this plague the skilful farmer, chaff
And blazing straw before his orchard burns;
Till, all involv'd in smoke, the latent foe
From every cranny suffocated falls :

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Or scatters o'er the blooms the pungent dust

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Of pepper, fatal to the frosty tribe;

Or, when th' envenom'd leaf begins to curl,

With sprinkled water drowns them in their nest;
Nor, while they pick them up with busy bill,
The little trooping birds unwisely scares.

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Be patient, swains; these cruel-seeming winds Elow not in vain. Far hence they keep repress'd Those deepening clouds on clouds, surcharg'd with That, o'er the vast Atlantic hither borne,

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