The Table book; . With thy consuming glance. And now Autumn cometh on. Singing midst shocks of hastenest to be gone. As if joy might not be borne. SUMMER. And dost thou of me complain. Thou, who, with dreamy the forests moss hast lain. Praising my silvery skies ? Thou, who didst deem divine Tlie shrill cicadas the odours of the pine Gushed through the Woods at uooll i \ have run my fervid race ; I have wrought my task once more;I have filled each fruitful place With a plenty that runs oer. There is treasure for the garner; There is honey with the bee ;And,oh! thou
The Table book; . With thy consuming glance. And now Autumn cometh on. Singing midst shocks of hastenest to be gone. As if joy might not be borne. SUMMER. And dost thou of me complain. Thou, who, with dreamy the forests moss hast lain. Praising my silvery skies ? Thou, who didst deem divine Tlie shrill cicadas the odours of the pine Gushed through the Woods at uooll i \ have run my fervid race ; I have wrought my task once more;I have filled each fruitful place With a plenty that runs oer. There is treasure for the garner; There is honey with the bee ;And,oh! thou thankless scorner. Theres a parting boon for thee. Soonas, in misty sadness. Sere Autumn yields his , with stormy madness, Shall chase thee from the plsna. Then shall th«se scenes Elysian Bright in thy spirit burn ;And each summer-thought and visioa Be thine till I return. It may be remembered that from thisvolume the poem of Penn and the In-dians, in a former sheet, was extract«i 661 THE TABLE MOMPESSONS PULPIT IN THE EOCK -Burstirg through that woody screen What vision of strange aspect met his eyes 1In that lantastic temples porch was seenThe youthful pastor • No sabbath sound Came from the village; no rejoicing bellsWere heard; no groups of strolling youth were found,Nor lovers loitering on the distant fells,No laugh, no shout of infancy, which tellsWhere radiant health and happiness repair;But silence, such as with the lifeless dwells. The Desolation of Eyam. A plate in the Gentlemans Magazineof September, 1801, presents the aboveview, taken about three years before, ac-companied by a remark from Mr. Urbanscorrespondent, that it was at that timean exact •esemblance of the perforatedrock near the village of Eyam, in whichthe pious and worthy Mr. Mompesson, therector, punctually performed the duties ofhis office to the distressed inhabitants dur-ing the time of the plague in that village. Here it may be well to observe, in theexpressive language of W
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