" The breath ot orchard, big- with bending fi'uit, 

 Obedient to tlie breeze and beating ray, ■ 

 From the deep-loaded bough a mellow shower 

 Incessant melts awaj^. The jnicy pear 

 Lies in a soft profusion scattered round, 

 A various sweetness swells the gentle race, 

 By Nature's all-refining hand prepared, 

 Of temper 'd sun, and water, earth and air. 

 In ever-changing composition mix'd. 

 Such falling frequent through the chiller iiight. 

 The fragrant stores, the wide-projected heaps, 

 Of apples, which the lusty-handed year, 

 Innumerous o'er the blushing orchard shakes. 

 A various spirit, fresh, delicious, keen. 

 Dwells in their gelid pores: - * * 



Where Autumn basks, with fruit empurpled deep, 

 My pleasing theme continual prompts my thought : 

 Presents the downy peach ; the shining plum ; 

 The ruddy, fragrant nectarine; and dark, 

 Beneath his ample leaf, the luscious fig; 

 The vine, too, here her cui-ling tendrils shoots. 

 Hangs out her clusters, glowing to the south, 



The vineyard swells refulgent on the day, 

 Spreads o'er the vale, or up the mountain climbs, 

 Profuse; and drinks amid the sunny rocks." 



TuoMPSO^f's Seasons. 



