III. AUTUMN. HO' the feafons muft alter, ah! yet let me find, TH What all muft confefs to be rare, A female fill chearful, and faithful and kind, The bleffings of Autumn to share. Let one fide of our cottage, a flourishing vine When the fruit makes the branches bend down with it's load, In our orchard furrounded with pales; In a bed of clean ftraw let our apples be stow'd, For a tart that in winter regales. When the vapours that rise from the earth in the morn Till difpers'd by the fun that gilds over the corn, But when we fee clear all the hues of the leaves, And at work in the fields are all hands, Some in reaping the wheat, others binding the fheaves, How pleafing the fight of the toiling they make, Heaven grant we may not of their labour partake; And fometimes on a bank, under fhade, by a brook, And there gaze on the ftream, till the fish on the hook And now, when the hufbandman fings harveft-home, When the long wifh'd-for time of their meeting is come, When the leaves from the trees are begun to be shed, Either ftrew'd at the roots, fhrivell'd, wither'd, and dead, When the ways are fo miry, that bogs they might feem, While the waggoner whiftles in ftopping his team, In the morning let's follow the cry of the hounds, Which tho' kulking in stubble and weeds on the grounds, Let's enjoy all the pleasure retirement affords, Nor once envy the pomp of fine ladies and lords, In the ev'ning, when lovers are leaning on ftyles, 1 Deep engag'd in fome amorous chat, And 'tis very well known by his grin and her smiles, To our dwelling, tho' homely, well-pleas'd to repair, And let no fingle action or look but declare, How contented and happy we live.. Should Should ideas arise that may ruffle the foul, Let soft mufick the phantoms remove; For 'tis harmony only has force to controul, And unite all the paffions in love. With her eyes but half open, her cap all awry, And the fleepy dull clown, who fits nodding juft by In the night when 'tis cloudy, and rainy, and dark, Not a noise to difturb us, unless a dog bark At the time of fweet reft, and of quiet like this, Let us welcome the season, and taste of that bliss IV. WINTER. WHEN the trees are all bare, not a leaf to be feen, And the meadows their beauty have loft ; When Nature's difrob'd of her mantle of green, While the peafant inactive stands fhivering with cold, And the innocent flocks run for warmth to the fold, In the yard, when the cattle are fodder'd with ftraw, When When the sweet country-maiden, as fresh as a rofe, As fhe carelessly trips often flides, And the rufticks laugh loud, if by falling fhe fhows All the charms that her modesty hides: When the lads and the laffes for company join'd, Talk of fairies and witches that ride on the wind, Heav'n grant, in this feafon, it may be my lot, Where in neatnefs and quiet-and free from furprize, But fuch as each other may cure! IN VERSE S ADDRESSED то A YOUNG LADY, BY MR. J. MACAULAY. N vain, dear Flavilla, in vain ftill you try, Thofe flutt'ring delufions may catch the fond eye, The fetters too fiender affection to bind Our reafon will break with difdain: The heart that to beauty it's freedom refign'd, While down the light dance, in Pleasure's gay court, Fantaftick you trip it along; The faireft allow'd; where the fair ones refort, O why in that face, where each beauty is seen, Ah, no! to your greater perfections be just ; To youth, wit, and beauty, your conquefts entrust, For pleasure in vain the inconftant may rove Their happiness only can permanent prove, |