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Diffusive, spreads the pure Dorsetian downs,
In boundless prospect; yonder shagg’d with wood,
Here rich with harvest, and there white with flocks!
Meantime 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 qnicken, and new groves to green.
Full of thy genius all! the Muses' seat:
Where in the secret bower, and winding walk,
For virtnous Young and thee they twine the bay.
Here wandering oft, fir'd with the restless thirst
Of thy applause, I solitary court:
The' inspiring breeze: and meditate the book
Of Nature ever open; aiming thence,
Warm from the heart, to learn the moral song.
Here, as I steal along the sunny wal),
Where Autumn basks, with fruit empurpled deep,
My pleasing theme continual prompts my thought :
Presents the downy peach ; the shining plum:
The ruddy, fragrant nectarine ; and dark,
Beneath his ample leaf, the lascious fig.
The vine too here her curling tendrils shoots;
Hangs ont her clusters, glowing to the south;
And scarcely wishes for a warmer sky.

Turn we a moment Fancy's rapid flight
To vigorous soils, and climes of fair extent;
Where, by the potept sun elated ligh,
The vineyard swells refulgent on the day;
Spreads o'er the vale ; or up the mountain climbs,
Profuse; and drinks amid the sunny rocks,
From cliff to cliff increas'd, the heighten'd blaze.
Low bend the weighty boughs. The clusters clear,
Half through the foliage seen, or ardent flame,
Or shine transparent; while perfection breathes

White-o'er the turgent film the living dew.
As thus they brighten with exalted juice,
'Touch'd into flavour by the mingling ray;
The rural youth and virgins o'er the field,
Each fond for each to call the autumnal prime,
Exulting rove, and speak the vintage nigh.
Then comes the erushing swain; the country floats,
And foams unbounded with the mashy flood;
That by degrees fermented, and retiu’d,
Round the rais'd nations pours the cup of joy:
The claret smooth, red as the lip we press
Iu sparkling fancy, while we drain the bowl;
The mellow-tasted burgundy; and quick,
As is the wit it gives, the gay champagne.

Now, by the cool declining year condens'd,
Descend the copious exbalatious, check'd
As up the middle sky unseen they stole,
And roll the doubling fogs around the hill.
No more the mountain, horrid, vast, sublime,
Who ponrs a sweep of rivers from his sides,
And high between contending kingdoms rears
The rocky long division, fills the view
With great variety; but in a night
Of gathering vapour, from the baffled sense
Sinks dark and dreary. Thence expanding far,
The huge dusk, gradual, swallows up the plain:
Vanish the woods : the dim-seen river seems
Sallen, and slow, to roll the misty wave.
Ev'n in the height of noon oppress'd, the sun
Sheds weak, and blunt, bis wide-refracted ray ;
Whence glaring oft, with many a broaden'd orb,
He frights the nations. Indistinct on earth,
Seen through the turbid air, beyond the life
Objects appear; and, wilder'd, o'er the waste
The shepherd stalks gigantic. Till at last

Wreath'd dun around, in deeper circles still
Successive closing, sits the general fog
Unbounded o'er the world; and, mingling tbick,
A formless grey confusion covers all.
As when of old (so sung the Hebrew Bard)
Light, uncollected, through the chaos urg'd
Its infant way; nor Order yet had drawn
His lovely train from out the dubions gloom.

These roving mists, that constant now begin
To smoke along the hilly country, these,
With weighty rains, and melted Alpine snows,
The mountain-cisterns fill, those ample stores
Of water, scoop'd among the hollow rocks; (play,
Whence gash the streams, the ceaseless fountains
And their anfailing wealth the rivers draw.
Some sages say, that, where the numerous wave
For ever lashes the resounding shore,
Drill'd through the sandy stratum, every way,
The waters with the sandy stratum rise;
Amid whose angles intinitely strain’d,
They joyful leave their jaggy salts behind,
And clear and sweeten as they soak along.
Nor stops the restless Auid, mounting still,
Though oft amidst the' irriguous vale it springs;
But to the mountain courted by the sand,
That leads it darkling on in faithful maze,
Far from the parent-main, it boils again
Fresh into day; and all the glittering bill
Is bright with spouting rills. But hence this vain
Amasive dream!'why should the waters love
To take so far a journey to the hills,
When the sweet valleys offer to their toil
Inviting quiet, and a nearer bed?
Or if by blind ambition led astray,
They must aspire: why should they sudden stop

Among the broken mountain's rushy dells,
And, ere they gain its highest peak, desert
The' attractive sand that charm'd their course so
Besides, the liard agglomerating salts, (long?
The spoil of ages, would impervious choke
Their secret channels; or, by slow degrees,
High as the hills protude the swelling vales :
Old Ocean too, suck'd through the porous globe,
Had long ere now forsook his horrid bed,
And brought Deucalion's watery times again.

Say then, where lurk the vast eternal springs,
That, like creating Nature, lie conceald
From mortal eye, yet with their lavish stores
Refresh the globe, and all its joyous tribes!
O thou pervading Genius, given to man,
To trace the secrets of the dark abyss,
O lay the mountains bare! and wide display
Their hidden structure to the astonish'd view!
Strip from the branching Alps their piny load
The huge incumbrance of horrific woods
From Asian Taurus, from Imans stretch'd
Athwart the roving Tartar's sullen bounds!
Give opening Hemus to my searching eye,
And high Olympus pouring many a stream!
O from the sounding summits of the north,
The Dofrine hills, through Scandįnavia rollid
To farthest Lapland and the frozen main ;
From lofty Caucasus, far seen by those
Who in the Caspian and black Euxine toil;
From cold Riphean rocks, which the wild Rass
Believes the stony girdle of the world:
And all the dreadful mountains, wrap'd in storm,

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| The Moscovites call the Riphean Mountains Weliki Camenypoys, that is, the great stony Girdle : because they suppose them to encoinpass the whole earth.

Whence wide Siberia draws her lonely floods;
O sweep the' eternal spows! hung o'er the deep,
That ever works beneath his sounding base,
Bid Atlas, propping heaven, as poets feign,
His subterranean wonders spread! unveil
The miny caverns, blazing on the day,
Of Abyssinia's cloud-compelling cliffs,
And of the bending Mountains ? of the Moon!
O’ertopping all these giant-sons of earth,
Let the dire Andes, from the radiant line
Stretch'd the stormy seas that thunder round
The southern pole, their hideous deeps unfold !
Amazing scene! behold! the glooms disclose,
I see the rivers in their infant beds!
Deep, deep I hear them, labouring to get free;
I see the leaning strata, artful rang'd;
The gaping fissures to receive the rains,
The melting snows, and ever-dripping fogs,
Strow'd bibulous above I see the sands,
The pebbly gravel next, the layers then
Of mingled moulds, of more retentive earths
The gutter'd rocks and mazy-ranning clefts ;
That, while the stealing moisture they transmit,
Retard its motion, and forbid its waste.
Beneath the incessant weeping of these drains,
I see the rocky siphous stretch'd inimense,
The mighty reservoirs, of harden’d chalk,
Or stiff compacted clay, capacious form’d:
O'erflowing thence, the congregated stores,
The crystal treasures of the liquid world,
Through the stirr'd sands a bubbling passage burst
And welling out, around the middle steep,

* A range of mountains in Africa, that surround all Mo. nomotapa.

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