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Sweet daughter of a rough and stormy sire,
Hoar Winter's blooming child, delightful Spring !
Whose .unshorn locks with leaves
And swelling buds are crown'd;
From the green islands of eternal youth,
(Crown'd with fresh blooms, and ever-springing shade)
Turn, hither turn thy step,
O thou, whose pow'rful voice,
More sweet than softest touch of Doric reed,
Or Lydian flute, can sooth the madding_winds,
And through the stormy deep
Breathe thy owu tender calm.
Thee, best belov'd! the virgin train await,
With songs, and festal rites, and joy to rove
Thy blooming wilds among,
And vales and downy lawns,
With untir'd feet; and cull thy earliest sweets
To weave fresh garlands for the glowing brow
Of him, the favour'd youth,
That prompts their whisper'd sigh.
Unlock thy copious stores ; those tender show'rs
That drop their sweetness on the infant buds,
And silent dews that swell
The milky ear's green stem,
And feed the flow'ring osier's early shoots ;
And call those winds, which through the whisp'ring bougiis
With warm and pleasant breath
„Salute the blowing flow'rs.
Now let me sit beneath the whit'ning thorn,
And mark thy spreading tints steal o'er the dale :
And watch with patient eye
Thy fair unfolding charms.
O Nymph! approach, while yet the temp'rate Sun,
With bashful forehead, through the cool moist air
Throws his young maiden beams,
And with chaste kisses woos
The Earth's fair bosom; while the streaming veit
Of lucid clouds with kind and frequent shade
Protects thy modest blooms
From his severer blaze.
Sweet is thy reign, but short : the red dogstar
Shall scorch thy tresses; and the mower's sithe
Thy greens, thy flow'rets all,
Remorseless shall destroy.
Reluctant shall I bid thee then farewell;
For O! not all that Autumn's lap contains,
Nor Summer's ruddiest fruits,
Can aught for thee atone,
Fair Spring! whose simplest promise more delights,
Than all their largest wealth, and through the heart
Each joy and new-born hope
With softest influence breathes.
DOMESTIC LOVE AND HAPPINESS.
O HAPPY they! the happiest of their kind!
Whom gentler stars unite, and in one fate
Their hearts, their fortunes, and their beings blend.
"Tis not the coarser tie of human laws,
Unnat'ral oft, and foreign to the mind,
That binds their peace, but harmony itself,
Attuning all their passions into love;
Where Friendship full exerts her softest pow'r,
Perfect esteem, enliven’d by desire
Ineffable, and sympathy of soul :
Thought meeting thought, and will preventing will,
With boundless confidence : for nought but love
Can answer love, and render bliss secure.
Let him, ingen'rous, who, alone intent
To bless himself, from sordid parents buys
The loathing virgin, in eternal care,
Well-nierited, consume his nights and days;
Let barb'rous nations, whose inhuman love
Is wild desire, fierce as the suns they feel;
Let eastern tyrants from the light of Heav'n
Seclude their bosom slaves, meanly possess'd
Of a mere lifeless, violated form:
While those whom love cements in holy faith,
And equal transport, free as nature live,
Disdaining fear. What is the world to them.
It's pomp, it's pleasure, and it's nonsense all,
Who in each other clasp whatever fair
High fancy forms, and lavish hearts can wislı ;
Something than beauty dearer, should they look
Or on the mind, or mind-illumin'd face;
Truth, goodness, honour, liarmony, and love,
The richest bounty of indulgent Heav'n?
Mean-time a sniling offspring rises round,
And mingles both their graces. By degrees
The human blossom blows; and ev'ry day,
Soft as it rolls along, shows some new charm,
The father's lustre, and the mother's bloom.
Then infant reason grows apace, and calls
For the kind hand of an assiduous care.
Delightful task! to rear the tender thought,
To teach the young idea how to shoot,
the fresh iqstruction o'er the mind,
To breathe th’enliv’ning spirit, and to fix
The gen'rous purpose in the glowing breast.
O speak the joy! ye, whom the sudden tear
Surprises often, while you look around,
And nothing strikes your eye but sights of bliss ;)
All various Nature pressing on the heart;
An elegant sufficiency, content,
Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books,
Ease and alternate labour, useful life,
Progressive virtue, and approving Heav'n.
These are the matchless joys of virtuous love :)
And thus their moments fly. The Seasons thus,
As ceaseless round a jarring world they roll,
Still find them happy; and consenting Spring
Sheds her own rosy garland on their heads :
Till ev'ning comes at last, serene and mild ;
When, after the long vernal day of life,
Enamour'd more, as more resemblance swells
With many a proof of recollected love,
Together down they sink in social sleep;
Together freed, their gentle spirits fly
To scenes where love and bliss immortal reign.
Oft of gay care, he tosses out the night,
Or melts the thoughtless hours in idle state?
What though he knows not those fantastic joys,
That still amuse the wanton, still deceive;
A face of pleasure, but a heart of pain;
Their hollow moments undelighted all ?
Sure peace is his ; a solid life estrang’d
From disappointment and fallacious hope :
Rich in content, in Nature's bounty rich,
In herbs and fruits ; whatever greens the Spring,
When Heav'n descends in show'rs; or bends the bough
When Summer reddens, and when Autumn beams ;
Or in the wintry glebe whatever lies
Conceald, and fattens with the richest sap :
These are not wanting ; nor the milky drove,
Luxuriant, spread o'er all the lowing vale ;
Nor bleating mountains ; nor the chide of streams,
And hum of bees, inviting sleep sincere
Into the guiltless breast, beneath the shade,
Or thrown at large amid the fragrant hay;
Nor aught besides of prospect, grove, or song,
Dim grottoes, gleaming lakes, and fountains clear.
Here too dwells simple Truth; plain Innocence ;
Unsullied Beauty ; sound unbroken Youth,
Patient of labour, with a little pleas’d;
Health ever-blooming; unambitious Toil;
Calm Contemplation; and poetic Ease.
of nations, and the crush of states,
Move not the man, who, from the world escap'd,
In still retreats and flow'ry solitudes,
To Nature's voice attends, from month to montlı,
And day to day, through the revolving year:
Admiring, sees her in her ev'ry shape;
Feels all her sweet emotions at his heart;
Takes what she lib'ral gives, nor thinks of more.
He, when young Spring protrudes the bursting gems,
Marks the first bud, and sucks the healthful gale
Into his freshen'd soul; her genial hours
He full enjoys ; and not a beauty blows,
And not an op'ning blossom breathes, in vain.
In summer he, beneath the living shade,