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Mother severe of infinite delights!
Nothing, save rapine, indolence, and guile,
And woes on woes, a still-revolving train!
Whose horrid circle had made human life
Than non-existence worse: but, taught by thee,
Ours are the plans of policy, and peace;
To live like brothers, and conjunctive all
Embellish life. While thus laborious crowds
Ply the tough oar, Philosophy directs
The ruling helm; or like the liberal breath
Of potent Heaven, invisible, the sail
Swells out, and bears the inferior world along.
Nor to this evanescent speck of earth,
Poorly confin'd, the radiant tracts on high
Are her exalted range; intent to gaze
Creation thro'; and, from that full complex
Of never-ending wonders, to conceive

Of the Sole Being right, who spoke the word,
And Nature mov'd complete. With inward view,
Thence on the ideal kingdom swift she turns
Her eye; and instant, at her powerful glance,
The obedient fantoms vanish or appear;
Compound, divide, and into order shift,
Each to his rank, from plain perception up
To the fair forms of fancy's fleeting train:
To reason then, deducing truth from truth;
And notion quite abstract; where first begins
The world of spirits, action all, and life
Unfettered and unmix'd. But here the cloud,
So wills Eternal Providence, sits deep.
Enough for us to know that this dark state,
In wayward passions lost, and vain pursuits,
This infancy of Being, cannot prove
The final issue of the works of God,

By boundless Love and perfect Wisdom form'd,
And ever rising with the rising mind,


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The subject proposed.-Addressed to Mr. Onslow. -A prospect of the fields ready for harvest.Reflections in praise of industry raised by that view.-Reaping.-A tale relative to it.-A harvest storm.-Shooting and hunting, their barbarity.-A ludicrous account of fox-hunting.—A view of an orchard.-Wall-fruit.-A vineyard.A description of fogs, frequent in the latter part of Autumn; whence a digression, enquiring into Birds of the rise of fountains and rivers. season considered, that now shift their habitation.-The prodigious number of them that cover the northern and western isles of Scotland.Hence a view of the country.-A prospect of the discoloured, fading woods.-After a gentle dusky day, moonlight.-Autumnal meteors.-Morning : to which succeeds a calm, pure, sun-shiny day, such as usually shuts up the season.-The harvest being gathered in, the country dissolved in joy. -The whole concludes with a panegyric on a philosophical country life.


ROWN'D with the sickle and the wheaten sheaf, While Autumn, nodding o'er the yellow plain, Comes jovial on, the Doric reed once more, Well pleas'd, I tune. Whate'er the wint'ry frost Nitrous prepar'd; the various blossom'd Spring Put in white promise forth; and Summer suns Concocted strong, rush boundless now to view, Full, perfect all, and swell my glorious theme.

Onslow! the Muse, ambitious of thy name, To grace, inspire, and dignify her song, Would from the Public Voice thy gentle ear A while engage. Thy noble cares she knows, The patriot virtues that distend thy thought, Spread on thy front, and in thy bosom glow; While listening senates hang upon thy tongue, Devolving thro' the maze of eloquence, A roll of periods, sweeter than her song. But she too pants for public virtue, she, Tho' weak of power, yet strong in ardent will, Whene'er her country rushes on her heart, Assumes a bolder note, and fondly tries To mix the patriot's with the poet's flame. When the bright Virgin gives the beauteous days, And Libra weighs in equal scales the year;

From heaven's high cope the fierce effulgence shook
Of parting Summer, a serener blue,

With golden light enlivened, wide invests
The happy world. Attemper'd suns arise,
Sweet-beam'd, and shedding oft thro' lucid clouds
A pleasing calm; while broad and brown, below
Extensive harvests hang the heavy head:
Rich, silent, deep, they stand; for not a gale
Rolls its light billows o'er the bending plain:
A calm of plenty! till the ruffled air

Falls from its poise, and gives the breeze to blow.
Rent is the fleecy mantle of the sky;

The clouds fly different; and the sudden sun
By fits effulgent gilds th' illumin'd field,
And black by fits the shadows sweep along.
A gaily checker'd heart-expanding view,
Far as the circling eye can shoot around,
Unbounded tossing in a flood of corn.

These are thy blessings, Industry! rough power! Whom labour still attends, and sweat, and pain; Yet the kind source of every gentle art,

And all the soft civility of life;

Raiser of human kind! by Nature cast,

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