WINTER. 



The fairer forms 



That cultivation glories in, are His, 



He sets the bright procession on its way, 



And marshalls all the order of the Year; 



He marks the bounds that Winter may not pass. 



And blunts his pointed fury : in its case 



Russet and rude folds up the tender germ 



Uninjured, with inimitable art, 



And ere one flowery season fades and dies. 



Designs the blooming wonders of the next. 



COWPEE. 



