. The art of preserving health : a poem. y. 325 Need we the funny fituation here, And theatres open to the fotith, coraaaend ??* Here, where the mornings mifty breath infefts?More than the torrid noon? How fickly grow,How pale, the plants in thofe ill-fated vales•330 That, circled round with the gigantic heapOf mountains, never felt, nor never hopeTo feel the genial vigour of the fun !While on the neighbouring hill the rofe inflamesThe verdant fpring •, in virgin beauty |5 Ylhe tender lily, languiihingly fweet j Cer 16 The A R T oj jj. l. Oer every hedge the wanton woodbine roves,And au
. The art of preserving health : a poem. y. 325 Need we the funny fituation here, And theatres open to the fotith, coraaaend ??* Here, where the mornings mifty breath infefts?More than the torrid noon? How fickly grow,How pale, the plants in thofe ill-fated vales•330 That, circled round with the gigantic heapOf mountains, never felt, nor never hopeTo feel the genial vigour of the fun !While on the neighbouring hill the rofe inflamesThe verdant fpring •, in virgin beauty |5 Ylhe tender lily, languiihingly fweet j Cer 16 The A R T oj jj. l. Oer every hedge the wanton woodbine roves,And autumn ripens in the fummers lefs the warmer living tribes demandThe foilring fun : whofe energy divine ? • - 340 Dwells not in mortal fire •, whofe generous heatGlows thro the mafs of groffer elements,And kindles into life the pondrous by thy kind invigorating warmth,We court thy beams, great majefly of day I 345 If not the foul, the regent of this world, Firft-born of heaven, and only lefs than God !. THE 1 Ed OF NG ? A. L A 9 BOOK II. /; c C l9 } T H E T OF PR E S ERVING L T
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