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A radiant glory speaks him all divine,
But now, alas ! fár other views disclose
And thou, O tomb, once more shalt wide display
Then fall the splendours of th' enliven'd glass
HAT! tho' thou com'ft in fable mantle clad,
Yet, Winter! art thou welcome to my eye;. Thee here I hail, tho' terrors round thee wait,
And winds tempestuous howl along the ky.
But thall I then so foon forget the days,
When Ceres led me thro’ her wheaten mines ; When Autumn pluck'd me, with his tawny hand,
Empurpled clusters from ambrosial vines !
So foon forget, when up the yielding pole
I saw ascend the filver-bearded hop;
Pourd o'er the mead her odorif'rous crop !
I must forget them; and thee too, O Spring!
Thu'many a chaplet thou hast weav'd for me : For now, prepar'd to quit th' enchanting scene,
Gold, weeping Winter! I come all to thee.
Hail to thy rolling clouds, and rapid storms!
Tho' they deform fair Nature's lovely face : Hail to thy winds, that sweep along the earth!
Tho' trees they root up from their solid base.
How ficklied over is the face of things !
Where is the spice-kiss of the southern gale! Where the wild rose, that smild upon the thorn,
The mountain flow'r, and lily of the vale !
How gloomy 'tis to cast the eye around,
And view the trees difrob'd of ev'ry leaf;
And ev'ry field depriv'd of ev'ry sheaf!
How far more gloomy, o'er the rain-beat heath,
Alone to travel in the dead of night!
No moon to lend her temporary light:
To see the lightning spread it's ample theet,
And view the wild waste thro' its liquid fire, To hear the thunder rend the troubled air,
As Time itself and Nature would expire.
And yet, O Winter ! has thy poet seen
Thy face as smooth, and placid as the Spring; Has felt, with comfort felt the beam of heav'n,
And heard thy vallies and thy woodlands ring;
What time the Sun with burnith'd locks arose,
The long-lost charms of Nature to renew, When pearls of ice bedeck'd the graffy turf,
And tree-tops floated in the filver-dew.
Father Father of heav'n and earth! this change is thine :
By thee the seasons in gradation roll; Thou great Omniscient Ruler of the world!
Thou Alpha and Omega of the whole !
Here humbly bow we down our heads to thee;
'Tis ours the voice of gratitude to raise : Thine to diffuse thy blessings o'er the land;
Thine to receive the incense of our praise !
Pure if it rises from the conscious heart,
With thee for ever does the symbol liveTho'small for all thy love is man's return,
Thou ak'st no more than he has pow'r to give.
THE “ HERMIT.
BY DR. GOLDSMITH.
URN, gentle Hermit of the dale,
And guide my lonely way < To where yon taper chears the vale
• With hofpitable ray...
• Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forėgo ;
• All earth-born cares are wrong: * Man wants but little here below,
Nor wants that little long.'
Soft as the dew from heaven descends,
His gentle accents fell :
And follows to the cell:
Far in a wilderness obfcure
The lonely manfion lay;
And strangers led aftray.