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BY THE REV. WM. THOMPSON,
Hall, Nature's poet! whom she taught alone
SONNET, Written in an Alcove, where Thomson completed his Seusons.
BY T. PARK, AERIAL Spirits, who forsook your sky To whisper charmed sounds in 'Thomsor's ear; Or, shaded from the ken of grosser eye, Did to the Bard in holy trance appear, Still guard the sacred grove which once was dear: On every leaf enweave a druid spell, And say to the profane, should such come vear“ Here did the woodland-pilgrim forni his cell; The priest of Nature here his temple plac'd, And rais’d the incense of his song on high; With silvan honours was his altar gracid, His harp was tuu'd to heavenly psalmistry s: Here did he pour to Nature's God the strain ! And should you scorn the worship, shun the fane."
3 Alluding to the Hyron at the close of the Seasons.
ARGUMENT. The subject proposed. Inscribed to the Countess of Hert
ford. The Season is described as it affects the various parts of Nature, ascending from the lower to the higher; with digressions arising from the subject. Its influence on inanimate Matter, on Vegetables, on brute Animals, and last on Man; concluding with a dissuasive from the wild and irregular passion of Love, opposed to that of a pure and happy kind.
Come, gentle SPRING, ethereal Mildness, come,
O Hertford, fitted or to shine in courts
And see where surly WINTER passes off, Far to the north, and calls his ruffian blasts : His blasts obey, and quit the howling hill, The shatter'd forest, and the ravag'd vale ; While softer gales succeed, at whose kind touch, Dissolving snows in livid torrents lost, The mountains lift their green heads to the sky.
As yet the trembling year is unconfirm’d, And Winter oft at eve resumes the breeze,
Chills the pale morn, and bids his driving sleets
At last from Aries rolls the bounteous sun,
Forth fly the tepid airs : and unconfin'd, Unbinding earth, the moving softness strays. Joyous, the' impatient husbandman perceives Relenting Nature, and his lusty steers Drives from their stalls, to where the well-us'd plough Lies in the furrow, loosen'd from the frost. There, unrefusing, to the harness'd yoke They lend their shoulder, and begin their toil, Cheer'd by the simple song and soaring lark. Meanwhile incumbent o'er the shining share The master leans, removes the obstructing clay, Winds the whole work, and sidelong lays the glebe. While thirough the neighbouring fields the sower
stalks, With measurd step; and liberal throws the grain Into the faithful bosom of the ground: The harrow follows harsh, and shuts the scene.
Be gracious, Heaven! for now laborious Man Has done his part. Ye fostering breezes, blow! Ye softening dews, ye tender showers, descend! And temper all, thou world-reviving sun, Into the perfect year! nor ye who live In luxury and ease, iu pomp and pride,
Think these lost themes unworthy of your ear :
Ye generous Britons, venerate the plough!
Nor only through the lenient air this change, Delicious, breathes; the penetrative sun, His force deep-darting to the dark retreat Of vegetation, sets the steaming Power At large, to wander o'er the verdant earth, In various hues; but chiefly thee, gay green! Thou smiling Nature's universal robe! United light and shade! where the sight dwells With growing strength, and ever-new delight.
From the moist meadow to the wither'd hill, Led by the breeze, the vivid verdure runs, And swells, and deepens, to the cherish'd eye.
The hawthorn' whitens; and the juicy groves
If brush'd from Russian wilds, a cutting gale