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S P RING
AN OD E.
TERN Winter now, by Spring repress’d,
Delights to catch the gales of life.
Now o'er the rural kingdom roves
Soft pleasure with her laughing train, Love warbles in the vocal groves,
And vegetation plants the plain.
Unhappy! whom to beds of pain,
Arthritic * tyranny consigns ; Whom smiling nature courts in vain,
Tho' rapture fings and beauty shines,
Her wings imagination tries,
Where 's humble turrets rise:
Here ftop, my soul, thy rapid flight,
Nor from the pleasing groves depart, Where first
great nature charm'd my sight, Where wisdom first inform'd
# The author being ill of the gout..
Here let me thro' the vales pursue,
A guide-a father-and a friend, Once more great nature's works renew,
Once more on wisdom's voice attend.
• From false careffes, causeless ftrife,
Wild hope, vain fear, alike remov'd ; Here let me learn the use of life,
When best enjoy'd-when most improv'd.
Cool meditation's quiet feat,
The filent grandeur of retreat.
When pride by guilt to greatness climbs,
Or raging factions rush to war, Here let me learn to shun the crimes
I can't prevent, and will not share. But left I fall by subtler foes,
Bright wisdom teach me Curio's art, The swelling passions to compose,
And quell the rebels of the heart.