IN Close to Partlet perch'd on high, Brifkly crows, (the fhepherd's clock!) Jocund that the morning's nigh. II. Swiftly from the mountain's brow, III. Philomel forfakes the thorn, IV. From the low-roof'd cottage ridge, V. Now the pine-tree's waving top VI. From the balmy sweets, uncloy'd, VII. Trickling through the crevic'd rock, VIII. COLIN, for the promis'd corn IX. Sweet, O fweet, the warbling throng, Nature's universal song Echoes to the rising day. NOON. FE NOON. X. ERVID on the glitt'ring flood, Now the noon-tide radiance glows: Dropping o'er its infant bud, Not a dew-drop's left the rofe. XI. By the brook the fhepherd dines; XII. Now the flock forfakes the glade, Where, uncheck'd, the fun-beams fall; Sure to find a pleafing shade By the ivy'd abby wall. XIII. Echo in her airy round, O'er the river, rock and hill, Cannot catch a fingle found, Save the clack of yonder mill. XIV. Cattle court the zephyrs bland, Midway in the marshy pool. XV. But from mountain, dell, or ftream, Not a flutt'ring zephyr fprings: Fearful left the noon-tide beam Scorch its foft, its filken wings. XVI. Not a leaf has leave to ftir, Nature's lull'd-ferene-and ftill! Quiet e'en the shepherd's cur, Sleeping on the heath-clad hill. XVII. Languid is the landscape round, XVIII. Now the hill-the hedge-is green, Now the warblers' throats in tune! Blithfome is the verdant scene, Brighten'd by the beams of Noon! EVENIN G. O' XIX. 'ER the heath the heifer ftrays Now the village windows blaze, XX. Now he hides behind the hill, XXI. Trudging as the plowmen go, XXII. Where the rifing foreft fpreads, XXIII. As the Lark with vary'd tune, Now |