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 Of bolder fruits falls from the naked tree; And woods, fields, gardens, orchards, all around The defoliated prospect thrills the soul.

comes! he comes! in every breeze the Of comes! His near approach the sudden-starting tear, The glowing cheek, the mild dejected air, The softened feature, and the beating heart, Pierc'd deep with many a virtuous pang, declare. O'er all the soul his sacred influence breathes! Inflames imagination; thro' the breast Infuses every tenderness; and far Beyond dim earth exalts the swelling thought. Ten thousand thousand fleet ideas, such As never mingled with the vulgar dream, Croud fast into the Mind's creative eye. As fast the correspondent passions rise, As varied, and as high: devotion rais'd To rapture, and divine astonishment; The love of Nature unconfin'd, and, chief, Of human race; the large ambitious wish, To make them blest; the sigh for suffering worth, Lost in obscurity; the noble scorn, Of tyrant pride, the fearless great resolve; The wonder which the dying patriot draws, Inspiring glory thro' remotest time; Th' awakened throb for virtue, and for fame; The sympathies of love, and friendship dear; With all the social Offspring of the heart.

bear me then to vast embowering shades, To twilight groves, and visionary vales; To weeping grottoes, and prophetic glooms; Where angel-forms athwart the solemn dusk, Tremendous