. Spring . to tiie general choir. Even mountains. vales, 19 CTjjr Seasons. And forests seem, impatient, to demandThe promised sweetness. Man superior walksAmid the glad creation, musing praise,And looking lively gratitude. At last,The clouds consign their treasures to the softly shaking on the dimpled poolPrelusive drops, let all their moisture flow,In large effusion, oer the freshened stealing shower is scarce to patter such as wander through the the umbrageous multitude of who can hold the shade, while heaven de-scendsIn universa
. Spring . to tiie general choir. Even mountains. vales, 19 CTjjr Seasons. And forests seem, impatient, to demandThe promised sweetness. Man superior walksAmid the glad creation, musing praise,And looking lively gratitude. At last,The clouds consign their treasures to the softly shaking on the dimpled poolPrelusive drops, let all their moisture flow,In large effusion, oer the freshened stealing shower is scarce to patter such as wander through the the umbrageous multitude of who can hold the shade, while heaven de-scendsIn universal bounty, shedding herbsAnd fruits and flowers on Natures ample lap?Swift fancy hied anticipates their growth ;And. while the milky nutriment the kindling country colour round. Thus all day long the full-distended cloudsIndulge their genial stores, and well-showered earthIs deep enriched with vegetable life;Till, in the western sky. the downward sunLooks out, effulgent, from amid the flush20. Spring. Of broken clouds, gay-shifting to his rapid radiance instantaneous strikesThe illumined mountain, through the forest-streams,Shakes on the floods, and in a yellow mist,Far smoking oer the interminable plain,In twinkling myriads lights the dewy , bright, and green, the landskip laughs swell the woods ; their every music wakes,Mixed in wild concert, with the warbling brooksIncreased, the distant bleatings of the hollow lows responsive from the , blending all, the sweetened zephyr , refracted from yon eastern cloud,Bestriding earth, the grand ethereal bowShoots up immense; and every hue unfolds,In fair proportion, running from the redTo where the violet fades into the , awful Newton, the dissolving cloudsForm, fronting on the sun, thy showery prism ;And to the sage-instructed eye unfold23 flHir Seasons. The various twine of light, by thee disclosedFrom the white mingling maze. Not so the swain
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