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 Thy works themselves would raise a general voice, Even in the depth of solitary woods, By human foot untrod, proclaim thy power, And to the quire celestial resound, Th' eternal cause, support and end of all!

me be Nature's volume broad-display'd; And to peruse its all-instructing page, Or, haply catching inspiration thence, Some easy passage, raptur'd, to translate, My sole delight; as thro' the falling glooms Pensive I stray, or with the rising dawn On Fancy's eagle-wing excursive soar.

, flaming up the heavens, the potent fun Melts into limpid air the high-rais'd clouds, And morning fogs that hover'd round the hills In party-colour'd bands; till wide unveil'd The face of nature shines, from where earth seems, Far-stretch'd around, to meet the bending sphere.

in a blush of clustering roses lost, Dew-dropping Coolness to the shade retires; There on the verdant tnrfturf [sic], or flowery bed By gelid founts and careless rills to muse: While tyrant Heat, dispreading thro' the sky, With rapid fway, his burning influence darts On Man, and beast, and herb, and tepid stream.

can unpitying see the flowery race, Shed by the morn, their new-flush'd bloom resign, Before the parching beam? so fade the fair, When fevers revel thro' their azure veins. But one, the lofty follower of the sun, Sad when he sets, shuts up her yellow leaves, Droop-