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XXVIII.

The rancour, thus, of rufhing fate,

I've learnt to render vain : For whilft Integrity's her feat, The foul will fit ferene.

XXIX.

A raven, from fome greedy vault,
Amidst that cloister'd gloom,

Bids me, and 'tis a folemn thought!

Reflect upon the tomb.

The tomb!

XXX.

The confecrated dome!

The temple rais'd to PEACE!

The port, that to its friendly home

Compels the human race!

XXXI.

Yon village, to the moral mind,

A folemn afpect wears;

Where fleep hath lull'd the labour'd hind,

And kill'd his daily cares :

XXXII.

"Tis but the church-yard of the Night;

An emblematic bed!

That offers to the mental fight

The temporary dead.

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XXXIII.

From hence, I'll penetrate, in thought,
The grave's unmeasur'd deep;
And tutor'd, hence, be timely taught,

To meet my final fleep.

XXXIV.

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'Tis peace

(The little chaos past!)

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The gracious moon restor'd!

A breeze fucceeds the frightful blaft,

That through the foreft roar'd!

XXXV.

The Nightingale, a welcome guest!
Renews her gentle strains;

And HOPE (juft wand'ring from my breast)

Her wonted feat regains.

XXXVI,

Yes--When yon lucid orb is dark,

And darting from on high;

My foul, a more celeftial spark,

Shall keep her native sky.

XXXVII.

Fann'd by the light-the lenient breeze,

My limbs refreshment find;

And moral rhapsodies, like thefe,

Give vigour to the mind.

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LANDSCAPE.

BY THE SAME.

Rura mihi & irrigui placeant in vallibus amnes.

I.

Now that Summer's ripen'd bloom
Frolicks where the winter frown'd,
Stretch'd upon these banks of broom,
We command the landscape round.

II.

Nature in the prospect yields

Humble dales, and mountains bold,

Meadows, woodlands, heaths,-and fields

Yellow'd o'er with waving gold.

III.

VIRG.

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Goats upon that frowning steep,

Fearless, with their kidlings brouse!

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Here a flock of fnowy sheep!

There an herd of motly cows !

IV.

On the uplands, every glade
Brightens in the blaze of day;
O'er the vales, the fober fhade

Softens to an evening grey.

V.

Where the rill, by flow degrees,
Swells into a crystal pool,

Shaggy rocks and shelving trees
Shoot to keep the waters cool.

VI.

Shiver'd by a thunder-ftroke,

From the mountain's mifty ridge,

O'er the brook a ruin'd oak,

Near the farm-houfe, forms a bridge.

VII

On her breast the funny beam

Glitters in meridian pride;

Yonder as the virgin stream
Haftens to the reflefs tide :-

VIII.

Where the ships, by wanton gales

Wafted, o'er the green-waves run,

Sweet to fee their swelling fails
Whiten'd by the laughing fun!

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Cheerful as a fummer's morn,

(Bouncing from her loaded pad) Where the maid presents her corn, Smirking, to the miller's lad,

XI.

O'er the green a festal throng

Gambols, in fantastic trim !

As the full cart moves along,

Hearken-'tis their harvest hymn!

XII.

Linnets on the crouded sprays

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Chorus, and the wood-larks rise,

Soaring with a fong of praise,

'Till the fweet notes reach the fkies.

.XIII.

Torrents in extended fheets

Down the cliffs, dividing, break: 'Twixt the hills the water meets,

Settling in a filver lake!

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