O'er thefe, but far beyond (a fpacious map
Of hill and valley interpos'd between),
The Oufe, dividing the well-water'd land,
Now glitters in the fun, and now retires,
As bashful, yet impatient to be seen.

Hence the declivity is fharp and fhort,
And fuch the re-afcent; between them weeps
A little naiad her impov'rifh'd urn

All fummer long, which winter fills again.
The folded gates would bar my progrefs now,
But that the lord of this enclos'd demefne,
Communicative of the good he owns,

Admits me to a fhare; the guiltless eye

Commits no wrong, nor waftes what it enjoys.
Refreshing change! where now the blazing fun?
By fhort transition we have loft his glare,
And stepp'd at once into a cooler clime.
Ye fallen avenues! once more I mourn

* See the foregoing note.

Your fate unmerited, once more rejoice

That

yet a remnant of your race furvives. How airy and how light the graceful arch, Yet awful as the confecrated roof

Re-echoing pious anthems! while beneath
The chequer'd earth feems reftlefs as a flood

Brush'd by the wind. So fportive is the light

"

Shot through the boughs, it dances as they dance,
Shadow and funfhine intermingling quick,

And dark'ning and enlight'ning, as the leaves
Play wanton, ev'ry moment, ev'ry spot.

And now, with nerves new-brac'd and spirits cheer'd, We tread the wilderness, whofe well-roll'd walks, With curvature of flow and easy sweep

Deception innocent-give ample space

To narrow bounds, The grove receives us next;
Between the upright shafts of whofe tall elms

We

may

difcern the threffer at his task.

Thump after thump refounds the conftant flail,

That seems to fwing uncertain, and yet falls
Full on the deftin'd ear. Wide flies the chaff.
The rustling ftraw fends up a frequent mist
Of atoms, fparkling in the noon-day beam.
Come hither, ye that prefs your beds of down,
And fleep not: fee him sweating o'er his bread
Before he eats it.'Tis the primal curfe,
But foften'd into mercy; made the pledge
Of cheerful days, and nights without a groan.

By ceaseless action all that is fubfifts. Conftant rotation of th' unwearied wheel

That nature rides upon maintains her health,

Her beauty, her fertility. She dreads

An inftant's paufe, and lives but while fhe moves. Its own revolvency upholds the world.

Winds from all quarters agitate the air,

And fit the limpid element for use,

Elfe noxious: oceans, rivers, lakes, and streams,

All feel the fresh'ning impulfe, and are cleans'd

By restless undulation: ev'n the oak

Thrives by the rude concuffion of the storm:
He seems indeed indignant, and to feel

Th' impreffion of the blast with proud disdain,
Frowning, as if in his unconfcious arm

He held the thunder: but the monarch owes
His firm stability to what he fcorns—

More fixt below, the more disturb'd above.

The law, by which all creatures elfe are bound,

Binds man the lord of all.

Himfelf derives

No mean advantage from a kindred cause,

From strenuous toil his hours of sweetest ease.

The fedentary stretch their lazy length

When custom bids, but no refreshment find,
For none they need: the languid eye, the cheek
Deferted of its bloom, the flaccid, fhrunk,
And wither'd mufcle, and the vapid foul,
Reproach their owner with that love of rest
To which he forfeits ev'n the reft he loves.

Not fuch th' alert and active. Measure life

By its true worth, the comforts it affords,
And their's alone feems worthy of the name.
Good health, and, its affociate in most,

Good temper; fpirits prompt to undertake,

And not foon spent, though in an arduous task;
The pow'rs of fancy and ftrong thought are their's;
Ev'n age itself seems privileg'd in them,
With clear exemption from its own defects.
A sparkling eye beneath a wrinkled front
The vet'ran fhows, and, gracing a gray beard
With youthful smiles, defcends toward the grave
Sprightly, and old almost without decay.

Like a coy maiden, ease, when courted moft, Fartheft retires-an idol, at whofe fhrine

Who oft'neft facrifice are favour'd least.

The love of Nature, and the fcenes fhe draws,

Is Nature's dictate. Strange! there should be found, Who, felf-imprison'd in their proud faloons,

Renounce the odours of the open field