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DY THE SAME.
No more the morn with tepid rays
Unfolds the flower of various hue; Noon spreads no more the genial blaze,
Nor gentle eve distils the dew.
The lingering hours prolong the night,
L'surping darkness shares the day; Her mises restrain the force of light,
And Phæbus holds a doubtful sway.
By gloomy twilight half reveald,
With sighs we view the hoary hill, The leafiess wood, the naked field,
The snow-topt cot, the frozen rill.
No music warbles through the grore,
No rivid colours paint the plain; No more with devious steps I rore
Throngh rendant paths now sought in rain.
Aload the driving tempest roars,
Congeald, impetuous showers descend; Haste, close the window, bar the doors,
Fate leares me Seibe and a friend.
In nature's aid let art supply
With light and heat our little sphere; Rouse, rouse the fire, and pile it high,
Light up a constellation here.
Let music sound the voice of joy!
Or mirth repeat the jocund tale; Let Love his wanton wiles employ, .
And o'er the season wine prevail.
Yet time lise's dreary winter brings,
When mirth’s gay tale shall please no more; Nor music charm, though Stella sings;
Nor love, nor wine, the Spring restore.
Catch then, O! catch the transient hour,
Improve each moment as it flies; Life's a short Summer-man a flower,
He dies-alas! how soon lie dics!
THE WINTER'S WALK.
BY THE SAME.
Benold, my fair, where'er we rove,
What dreary prospects round us rise; The naked hill, the leafless grove,
The hoary ground, the frowning skies!
Nor only through the wasted plain,
Stern Winter! is thy force confess'd; Still wider spreads thy horrid reign,
I feel thy power usurp my breast.
Enlivening Hope and fond Desire
Resign the heart to Spleen and Care; Scarce frighted Love maintains her fire
And Rapture saddens to despair.
In groundless hope, and causeless fear,
Unhappy man! behold thy doom; Still changing with the changeful year,
The slave of sunshine and of gloom.
Tir'd with vain joys, and false alarms,
With mental and corporeal strife, Snatch me, my Stella, to thy arms,
And screen me from the ills of life.
ORATORIO OF ABEL.
How cheerful along the gay mead
The daisy and cowslip appear, The flocks as they carelessly feed,
Rejoice in the spring of the year; The myrtles that shade the gay bow'rs,
The herbage that springs from the sod, Trees, plants, cooling fruits, and sweet flow'rs,
All rise to the praise of my God.
Shall man, the great master of all,
The only insensible prove?
Forbid it, Devotion and Love.
And still can destroy with a nod,
My soul shall be wrapt in my God!
The wind was high, the window shakes,
Had the deep earth her stores confin'd,