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11. Mean tho' I am, not wholly so, Since quicken'd by thy breath; O lead me wheresoe'er I go,

Thro' this day's life or death!
12. This day, be bread and peace my lot
All else beneath the sun

Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not,
And let thy will be done.

13. To thee, whose temple is all space,
Whose altar, earth, sea, skies!
One chorus let all beings raise!
All nature's incense rise.


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1.0 TREACH'ROUs conscience! while she seems to sleep,
On rose and myrtle, lull'd with syren song;
While she seems, nodding o'er her charge, to drop
On headlong appetite the slacken'd reign,

And gives us up to license, unrecall'd,
Unmark'd-see, from behind her secret stand,
The sly informer minutes ev'ry fault,
And her dread diary with horror fills.
2. Not the gross act alone employs her pen;
She reconnoitres fancy's airy band,
A watchful foe! the formidable spy,


List'ning, o'erhcars the whispers of our camp;
Our dawning purposes of heart explores,
And steals our embryos of iniquity.

3. As all rapacious usurers conceal

Their doomsday-book from all-consuming heirs;
Thus, with indulgence most severe, she treats
Us spendthrifts of inestimable time;

Unnoted, notes each moment misapply'd;
In leaves more durable than leaves of brass,
Writes our whole history; which death shall read
In ev'ry pale delinquent's private ear;

And judgment publish; publish to more worlds
Than this; and endless age in groans resound. YOUNG

On an Infant.

1. To the dark and silent tomb,
Soon I hasten'd from the womb:
Scarce the dawn of life began,
Ere I measured out my span.

2. I no smiling pleasures knew;
I no gay delights could view:
Joyless sojourner was I,
Only born to weep and die.-
3. Happy infant, early bless'd!
Rest, in peaceful slumber, rest;
Early rescu'd from the cares,
Which increase with growing years.
4. No delights are worth thy stay,
Smiling as they seem, and
Short and sickly are they all,
Hardly tasted ere they pall.
5. All our gaiety is vain,
All our laughter is but pain:
Lasting only, and divine,

Is an innocence like thine.

The Cuckoo.

1. HAIL, beauteous stranger of the wood, Attendant on the spring!

Now heav'n repairs thy rural seat,
And woods thy welcome sing.
2. Soon as the daisy decks the green,
Thy certain voice we hear;
Hast thou a star to guide thy path,
Or mark the rolling year?

3. Delightful visitant! with thee
I hail the time of flow'rs,

When heav'n is fill'd with music sweet
Of birds among the bow'rs.

4. The school-boy, wand'ring in the wood, To pull the flow'rs so gay,

Starts, thy curious voice to hear,
And imitates thy lay.

5. Soon as the pea puts on the bloom,
Thou fly'st the vocal vale,

An annual guest in other lands,
Another spring to hail.

6. Sweet bird! thy bow'r is ever green,
Thy sky is ever clear;

Thou hast no sorrow in thy song,
No winter in thy year!

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 spring.


Day. A pastoral in three parts.


1. In the barn the tenant cock,

Close to Partlet perch'd on high,
Briskly crows, (the shepherd's clock!):
Jocund that the morning's nigh.
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 chatt'ring swallow spring;
Darting through 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 crop
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 the sun.

7. Trickling through the crevic'd rock, Where the limpid stream distils, Sweet refreshment waits the flock, When 'tis sun-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.



10. FERVID on the glitt'ring flood,
Now the noontide radiance glows:
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.

13. 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 flutt'ring 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 noon.


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. Trudging as the ploughmen 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!
25. 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

From the barn or twisted brake;
And the blue mist slowly creeps,
Curling on the silver lake.

25. As the tro it 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.


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:
Vast chain of being! which from God began,
Nature ethereal, human; angel, man;
Beast, bird, fisa, 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 destroy'd;

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