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 By Nature's all-refining hand prepar'd; Of temper'd sun, and water, earth, and air, In ever-changing composition mixt. Such, falling frequent thro' the chiller night, The fragrant stores, the wide-projected heaps Of Apples, which the lusty-handed year, Innumerous, o'er the blushing orchard shakes. A various spirit, fresh, delicious, keen, Dwells in their gelid pores; and, active, points The piercing cyder for the thirsty tongue: Thy native theme, and boon inspirer too, Author:John Philips (1676-1709), Pomona's bard, the second thou Who nobly durst, in rhyme-unfetter'd verse, With freedom sing the  song; How, from Silurian vats, high-sparkling wines Foam in transparent floods; some strong, to cheer The wintry revels of the labouring hind; And tasteful some, to cool the summer-hours.

this glad season, while his sweetest beams The sun sheds equal o'er the meekened day; Oh lose me in the green delightful walks Of, ! thy seat, serene and plain; Where simple Nature reigns; and every view, Diffusive, spreads the pure Dorsetian downs, In boundless prospect; yonder shagg'd with wood, Here rich with harvest, and there white with flocks! Mean time the grandeur of thy lofty dome, Far-splendid, seizes on the ravish'd eye. New beauties rise with each revolving day; New columns swell; and still the fresh Spring finds New plants to quicken, and new groves to green. Full of thy genius all! the Muses' seat; Where in the secret bower, and winding walk, For virtuous Author:Edward Young and thee they twine the bay. Here