I pitying seem to stray;

Methinks I watch his cradle near;
Methinks her drooping thoughts I cheer,
And wipe her tears away.

Now loud the tuneful thunders roll,
And rouse and elevate the soul
O'er earth and all its care;
I seem to hear from heavenly plains
Angelic choirs' responsive strains,
And in their raptures share.

A LANDSCAPE.

Ox the eastern hill's steep side
Spreads the rural hamlet wide;
'Cross the vale, where willows rise,
Further still another lies;

And, beneath a steeper hill,

Lies another further still:

Near them many a field and grove-
Scenes where Health and Labour rove!
Northward swelling slopes are seen,
Clad with corn-fields neat and green;
There, through grassy plains below,
Broad and smooth the waters flow;
While the town, their banks along,
Bids its clustering houses throng,
In the sunshine glittering fair;
Haunts of Business, haunts of Care!
Westward o'er the yellow meads
Wind the rills through waving reeds;
From dark elms a shadow falls
On the abbey's whiten'd walls;

As wandering o'er the sunny plains
They fed their herds and fleecy trains:--
O Thou! who country scenes and air
Prefer'st to courts, and crowds, and care;

And dusty road and winding rill,

And brown wood waving on the hill,

And spires that caught the morning beam,
And white sails gliding down the stream:
As all attentive these I view'd,

And many a pleasing thought pursued,
Whate'er of pleasure they bestow'd,
Still I to thee that pleasure ow'd

How oft in Summer's sultry reign,
When scorching suns embrown'd the plain,
Where rough rocks form'd the prospects' bound,
And glossy aspens trembled round,

With thee I've linger'd in the cool,

On mossy bank beside the pool;

Where through the limpid medium seen

The bottom show'd a shining green:
As all attentive these I virw'd,

And many a pleasing thought pursued,
Whate'er of pleasure they bestow'd,
Still I to thee that pleasure ow'd,

How oft when Evening veil'd the sky,
And landscapes faded on the eye,
Have I with thee been wont to rove,
By hawthorn hedge or hazel grove;
Where heard among the rustling trees,
Sad Autumn's hollow voice could please,
And, rising slow, the moon's pale light
Gleam'd on the distant steeple's height:
As all attentive these I view'd,
And many a pleasing thought pursued,
Whate'er of pleasure they bestow'd,
Still I to thee that pleasure ow'd.

O gentle Leisure! absent long,
I woo thee with this votive song;
While rushing from the stormy main,
Stern Winter desolates the plain;

With Thee I've often pass'd the day,
To Thee I wake the grateful lay.

With Thee on Chadwell's thymy brow,"
Beneath the hazel's bending bough,
I've sat to breathe the fragrance cool
Exhaling from the glassy pool;

Where, through the' unsullied crystal seen,
The bottom show'd its shining green:
As, all-attentive, these I view'd,
And many a pleasing thought pursued,

And o'er yon southern mountain's height,
The faint sun sheds a transcient light;
Thy presence deign where wealth displays
The sheltering room and cheerful blaze;
There to my view while history brings
The fall of states and fate of kings;
Or mournful tales of private life,
Of hapless love or horrid strife;
The faithful moralist shall show
That all is vanity below,

And should the Muse disclose once more

The wondrous scenes she show'd before,

When on my mind in vision shone
A land to vulgar thought unknown;
Beneath whose mild auspicious clime,
Bloom flowers that scorn the rage of time:
If there again 'tis mine to stray,
And bear some fragrant wreath away,
Design'd the beauteous brow to grace,
Of Freedom, friend of human race!
Or she, our guide to virtue given,
Religion, progeny of Heaven!
Then noise and care be far away,
But thou, O Leisure! near me stay;
With thee and Solitude, if bless'd,
Nought will I envy by the great possess'd.

Chadwell: the New-River Head, near Ware.

VOL. XXXII.

Whaceler of pleasure they bestowid, 85 1 to thee that pleasure ov'4"

With Thee, on Miwa's" com-clad height The landscape oft has charm'd my sight; Delightful mills, and vales, and wools, And dusty roads, and winding fonda, And towns, that through, this groups of shade Their rook of varied form display'd:

And many a plessing thought pursued,
Whats'er of pleasure they bestow 'd,
Still I to thee that pleasure ow'd:

With Thee, where Fasna's† hornbeam-grove

It's fobage o'er me interwove,

Along the lonely path I've stray'd,
By banks in hoary moss array'd;
Where tufts of azure orpine grew,
And branchy fern of brighter hue:
As, all-attentive, these I view'd,
And many a pleasing thought pursued,
Whate'er of pleasure they bestow'd,
Still I to Thee that pleasure ow'd !
With Thee, by Stansted's; farm inclos'd,
With aged elims in rows dispos'd;
Or where her chapel's walls appear,
The silver winding river near,
Beneath the broad- leav'd sycamore,
I've linger'd on the shady shore :
As, all-attentive, these I view'd,
And many a pleasing thought pursued,

• Mussia: a hill on the north side of Ware.
↑ Easna: a pleasant wood, east of Ware.
Stansted: a village in the same neighbourhood.

Whate'er of pleasure they bestow'd,
Still I to Thee that pleasure ow'd!

With Thee, where Thames his waters leads
Round Poplar's Isle of verdant meads,

Along the undulating tide

I've seen the white-sail'd vessels glide;
Or gaz'd on London's lofty towers,
Or Dulwich hills, or Greenwich bowers.
As, all-attentive, these I view'd,

And many a pleasing thought pursued,
Whate'er of pleasure they bestow'd,
Still I to Thee that pleasure ow'd!

O gentle Leisure !-absent long-
I woo thee with this tuneful song:
If c'er, allur'd by grateful change,
O'er scenes yet unbeheld I range,
And Albion's east or western shore
For rural solitudes explore:
As, all-attentive, these I view,
And many a pleasing thought pursue,
Whate'er of pleasure they bestow,
To Thee that pleasure I must owe!

THE EVENING WALK,

WHAT time fair Spring, with dewy hand,
Awakes her cowslip bloom;

And hawthorn boughs, by breezes fann'd,

Diffuse a rich perfume:

Poplar's Isle, commonly called The Isle of Dogs, is opposite Greenwich.