The burning line or dares the wintry pole;
Mother severe of infinite delights!
Nothing, save rapine, indolence, and guile, 1770
And woes on woes, a still-revolving train !
Whose horrid circle had made human life
Than non-existence worse: but taught, by thee,
Ours are the plans of policy, and peace;
To live like brothers, and conjunctive all 1775
Embellish life. While thus laborious crowds
Ply the tough oar, Philosophy directs
The ruling helm; or, like the liberal breath
Of potent Heaven, invisible, the sail
Swells out, and bears th’ inferior world along. 1780

Nor to this evanescent speck of earth
Poorly confin’d, the radiant tracks on high
Are her exalted range; intent to gaze
Creation through ; and, from that full complex
Of never-ending wonders, to conceive

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Of the Sole Being right, who “ spoke the Word,”
And Nature mov'd complete. With inward view,
Thence on th’ ideal kingdom swift she turns
Her eye; and instant, at her powerful glance,
Th’ obedient phantoms vanish or appear ; 1790
Compound, divide, and into order shift,
Each to his rank, from plain perception up
To the fair forms of Fancy's fleeting train :
To reason then, deducing truth from truth ;
And notion quite abstract; where first begins 1795
The world of spirits, action all, and life
Unfettered, and unmixt. But here the cloud,
So wills ETERNAL PROVIDENCE, sits deep.
Enough for us to know, that this dark state,

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În wayward passions lost, and vain pursuits,
This infancy of Being, cannot prove
The final issue of the works of God,
By boundless Love and perfect Wisdom form’d,
And ever rising with the rising mind.

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The subject proposed.---Addressed to Mr. Onslow..--A prospect of the

helds ready for harvest.. --Reflections in praise of industry raised by that view.-Reaping. A tale relative to it.-A harvest storm.Shooting and hunting their barbarity..--A ludicrous account of fox. hunting.—A view of an orchard.—Wall-fruit. --A vineyard.-A deseription of fogs, frequent in the latter part of Autumn; whence a de. gression, inquiring into the rise of fountains and rivers.-Birds of season considered, that now shift their habitation. The prodigious number of them that cover the northern and western isles of Scot. land.---Hence a view of the country.--A prospect of the discoloured fading woods.---After a gentle dusky day, moon-light.---Autumnal meteors.---Morning to which succeeds a calm, pure, sun-shiny day, such as usually shuts up the season.---The harvest being gathered in, the country dissolved in joy---The whole concludes with a panegyric ou a philosophical country life.

Crown's with the sickle and the wheaten sheaf,
While Autumn, nodding o'er the yellow plain,
Comes jovial on; the Doric reed once more,
Well pleas’d, I tune. Whate'er the Wintry frost
Nitrous prepar'd; the various-blossom’d Spring
Put in white promise forth; and Summer-suns
Concocted strong, rush boundless now to view,
Full, perfect all, and swell my glorious theme.

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Onslow ! the Muse, ambitious of thy name, To grace, inspire, and dignify her song,

10 Would from the Public Voice thy gentle ear A while engage. Thy noble cares she knows, The patriot virtues that distend thy thought, Spread on thy front, and in thy bosom glow; While listening senates hang upon thy tongue, 15 Devolving thro’ the inaze of eloquence A roll of periods, sweeter than her song. But she too pants for public virtue, she, Tho' weak of power, yet strong in ardent will, Whene’er her country rushes on her heart, 20 Assumes a bolder note, and fondly tries To mix the patriot's with the poet's flame.

When the bright Virgin gives the beauteous days, And Libra weighs in equal scales the year ; From heaven's high cope the fierce effulgence shook Of parting Summer, a serener blue,

26 With golden light enlivened, wide invests The happy world. Attemper'd suns arise, Sweet-beam'd, and shedding oft thro’ lucid clouds A pleasing calm ; while broad, and brown, below 30 Extensive harvests hang the heavy head. Rich, silent, deep, they stand; for not a gale Rolls its light billows o’er the bending plain : A calm of plenty! till the ruffled air Falls from its poise, and gives the breeze to blow. 35 Rent is the fleecy mantle of the sky; The clouds fly different and the sudden sun By fits effulgent gilds th’ illumin’d field, And black by fits the shadows sweep along, A gaily-checker'd heart-expanding view,

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Far as the circling eye can shoot around,
Unbounded tossing in a flood of corn.

These are thy blessings, Industry ! rough power! Whom labour still attends, and sweat, and pain ; Yet the kind source of every gentle art,

45 And all the soft civility of life: Raiser of human kind ! by Nature cast, Naked, and helpless, out amid the woods And wilds, to rude inclement elements; With various seeds of art deep in the mind 50 Implanted, and profusely pour'd around Materials infinite; but idle all. Still unexerted, in th' unconscious breast, Slept the lethargic powers; corruption still, Voracious, swallowed what the liberal hand 55. Of bounty scatter'd o’er the savage year : And still the sad barbarian, roving, mix'd With beasts of prey ! or for his acorn-meal Fought the fierce tusky boar; a shiv’ring wretch! Aghast, and comfortless when the bleak north, 60 With Winter charg'd, let the mix’d tempest fly, Hail, rain, and snow, and bitter-breathing frost: Then to the shelter of the hut he fled; And the wild season, sordid, pin’d away. For home he had not; home is the resort

65 Of love, of joy, of peace and plenty, where, Supporting and supported, polished friends And dear relations mingle into bliss. But this the rugged savage never felt, Even desolate in crowds; and thus his days 70 Rolld heavy, dark, and unenjoy'd along : A waste of time! till Industry approach’d,