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HESE, as they change,, these, Are but the varied. The rolling year Is full of thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring beauty walks, tenderness and love. Wide-flush the fields; the softening air is balm; Echo the mountains round; the forest smiles; And every sense, and every heart is joy. Then comes glory in the Summer-months, With light and heat refulgent. Then sun Shoots full perfection thro' the swelling year: And oft voice in dreadful thunder speaks; And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By brooks and groves, in hollow-whispering gales. bounty shines in Autumn unconfin'd, And spreads a common feast for all that lives. In Winter awful ! with clouds and storms Around thrown, tempest o'er tempest roll'd, Majestic darkness! on the whirlwind's wing, Riding sublime, bidst the world adore, And humblest Nature with northern blast.

round! what skill, what force divine, Deep-felt, in these appear! a simple train, Yet so delightful mix'd, with such kind art, Such