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Each to his home, retire; save those that love
To take their pastime in the troubled air,
Or skimming futter round the dimply pool.
The cattle from the untasted fields return,
And ask, with meaning lowe, their wonted stalls,
Or ruminate in the contiguous shade.
Thither the household feathery people crowd,
The crested cock, with all bis female train,
Pensive, and dripping; while the cottage-hind
Hangs o'er the' enlivening blaze, and taleful there
Recounts his simple frolic: much he talks,
And much he lauglis, nor recks the storm that blows
Without, and rattles on his humble roof.
Wide o’er the brim, with many a torrent swelld,
And the mix'd ruin of its banks o'erspread,
At last the rous'd-up river pours along:
Resistless, roaring, dreadful, down it comes,
From the rude mountain, and the mossy wild,
Tumbling through rocks abrupt, and sounding far;
Then o'er the sanded valley floating spreads,
Calm, sluggish, silent; till again, constrain'd
Between two meeting hills, it bursts away,
Where rocks and woods o'erhang the tarbid stream;
There gathering triple force, rapid, and deep,
It boils, and wheels, and foams,and thunders through.
Nature! great parent! whose unceasing hand Rolls round the Seasons of the changeful year, How mighty, how majestic, are thy works! With what a pleasing dread they swell the soul ! That sees astonish'd! and astonish'd sings ! Ye too, ye winds ! that now begin to blow With boisterous sweep, I raise my voice to yon. Where are your stores, ye powerful beings! say, Where your aërial magazines reserv'd,
To swell the brooding terrors of the storm?
In what far-distant region of the sky,
Husli’d in deep silence, sleep ye when 'tis calın?
When from the pallid sky the sun descends,
With many a spot, that o'er his glaring orb
Uncertain wanders, stain'd; red fiery streaks
Begin to flush around. The reeling clouds
Stagger with dizzy poise, as doubting yet
Which master to obey : while rising slow,
Blank, in the leaden-colour'd east, the moon
Wears a wan circle round her blunted horns.
Seen through the turbid fluctuating air,
The stars obtuse emit a shiver'd ray;
Or frequent seem to shoot athwart the gloom,
And long behind them trail the wliitening blaze.
Snatch'd in short eddies, plays the wither'd leaf;
And on the flood the dancing feather floats.
With broaden'd nostrils to the sky up-turn'd,
The conscious heifer snuffs the stormy gale.
Ev’n as the matron, at her nightly task,
With pensive labour draws the flaxen thread,
The wasted taper and the crackling flame
Foretei the blast. But chief the plumy race,
The tenants of the sky, its changes speak.
Retiring from the downs, where all day long
They pick'd their scanty fare, a blackening traio
Of clamorons rooks thick urge their weary flight,
And seek the closing shelter of the grove;
Assidnous, in his bower, the wailing owl
Plies bis sad song. The cormorant on high
Wheels from the deep, and screams along the land,
Loud shrieks the soariag hern; and with wild wing
The circling sea fowl cleave the flaky cloudo.
Ocean, unequal press’dy with broken tide
And blind commotion heaves; while from the shore;
Eat into caverns by the restless wave,
And forest-rastling mountain, comes a voice,
That solemn sounding bids the world prepare.
Then issues forth the storm with sudden burst,
And hurls the whole precipitated air
Down, in a torrent. Ou the passive main
Descends the ethereal force, and with strong gust
Turns from its bottom the discolourd deep.
Through the black night that sits immense around,
Lash'd into foam, the fierce conflicting brine
Seems. o'er a thousand raging waves to burn :
Meantime the mountain-billows, to the clouds
In dreadful tumult swell'd, surge above surge,
Burst into chaos with tremendous roar,
And anchord navies from their stations drive,
Wild as the winds across the howling waste
Of mighty waters : now the' inflated wave
Straining they scale, and now impetuous shoot
Into the secret chambers of the deep,
The wintry Baltic thundering o'er their head.
Emerging thence again, before the breath
Of full-exerted Heaveu they wing their course,
And dart on distant coasts; if some sharp rock,
Or shoal insidious break not their career,
And in loose fragments fling them floating round.
Nor less at hand the loosen'd tempest reigns. The mountain thunders; and its sturdy sons Stoop to the bottom of the rocks they shade. Lone on the midnight steep, and all agliast, The dark way-faring stranger breathless toils, And, often falling, climbs against the blast. Low waves the rooted forest, vex'd, and sheds Wbat of its tarnish'd honours yet remain ;
Daslı'd down, and scatter'd, by the tearing wind's
Assiduous fury, its gigantic limbs.
Thus struggling through the dissipated grove,
The whirling tempest raves along the plain ;
And on the cottage thatch'd, or lordly roof,
Keen-fastening, shakes them to the solid base.
Sleep frighted flies; and round the rocking dome,
For entrance eager, howls the savage blast.
Then too, they say, through all the burden'd air,
Longgroans are heard,shrill sounds,and distant sighs,
That, utter'd by the Demon of the night,
Warn the devoted wretch of woe and death.
Huge uproar lords it wide. The clouds commix'd
With stars swift gliding sweep along the sky.
All Nature reels. Till Nature's King, who oft
Amid tempestuous darkness dwells alone,
And on the wings of the careering wind
Walks dreadfully serene, commands a calm ;
Then straight, air, sea, and earth are hush dat once,
As yet ’tis midnight deep. The weary clouds, Slow-meeting, mingle into solid gloom. Now, while the drowsy world lies lost in sleep, Let me associate with the serious Night, And Contemplation her sedate compeer; Let me shake off the intrusive cares of day, And lay the meddling senses all aside.
Where now, ye lying vanities of life! Ye ever-temipting ever-cheating train! Where are you now? and what is your amonnt? Vexation, disappointment, and remorse: Sad, sickening thought! and yet deluded man, A scene of crude disjointed visiops past, And broken slumbers, rises still resolv'd, With new-flush'd hopes, to run the giddy round,
Father of light and life! thou Good Supreme! O teach me what is good! teach me Thyself! Save me from folly, vanity, and vice, From every low pursuit ! and feed my soul With knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue pure ; Sacred, substantial, never-fading bliss !
The keener tempests rise : and fuming dun From all the livid east, or piercing north, Thick clouds ascend; in whose capacious womb A vapoury deluge lies, to snow congeald. Heavy they roll their fleecy world along ; And the sky saddens with the gather'd storm. Through the hush'd air the whitening shower deAt first thin wavering ; till at last the takes [scends, Fall broad, and wide, and fast, dimming the day, With a continual flow. The cherish'd fields Put on their winter-robe of purest white. 'Tis brightness all; save where the new snow melts Along the mazy current. Low the woods Bow their hoar head; and ere the languid sin Faint from the west emits his evening ray, Earth's universal face, deep hid, and chill, Is one wild dazzling waste, that buries wide The works of man. Drooping, the labourer-Ox Stands cover'd o'er with snow, and then demands The fruit of all his toil. The fowls of Heaven, Tam’d by the crnel season, crowd around The winnowing store, and claim the little boon Which Providence assigns them. One alone, The red-breast, sacred to the household gods, Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky, In joyłez fields and thorny thickets, leaves His shivering mater, and pays to trusted nian His annual visit. Half afraid, ke first