502 POEMS. 



Sink in confusion ; but with tempest-wing 

 Should Boreas from his northern barrier spring, 

 The rushing woods with deaf'ning clamour roar, 

 Like the sea tumbling on the pebbly shore. 

 When spouting rains descend in torrent tides, 

 See the torn zigzag weeps its channel'd sides : 

 Winter exerts its rage ; heavy, and slow, 

 From the keen east rolls on the treasur'd snow ; 

 Sunk with its weight the bending boughs are seen, 

 And one bright deluge whelms the works of men. 

 Amidst this savage landscape, bleak and bare, 

 Hangs the chill hermitage in middle air ; 

 Its haunts forsaken, and its feasts forgot, 

 A leaf-strown, lonely, desolated cot ! 



Is this the scene that late with rapture rang, 

 Where Delphy danc'd, and gentle Anna sang ; 

 With fairy-step where Harriet tripp'd so late, 

 And on her stump reclined the musing Kitty sate ? 



Keturn, dear nymphs ; prevent the purple spring, 

 Ere the soft nightingale essays to sing ; 

 Ere the first swallow sweeps the freshening plain, 

 Ere love-sick turtles breathe their amorous pain ; 

 Let festive glee th' enliven'd village raise, 

 Pan's blameless reign, and patriarchal days ; 

 With pastoral dance the smitten swain surprize, 

 And bring all Arcady before our eyes. 



Return, blithe maidens ; with you bring along 

 Eree, native humour, all the charms of song ; 

 The feeling heart, and unaffected ease, 

 Each nameless grace, and ev'ry power to please. 



Nov. 1, 1763. 



ON THE EATNBOW. 



u Look upon the Rainbow, and praise him that made it: very beautiful 

 is it in the brightness thereof." Eccles. xliii. 11. 



ON morning or on evening cloud impressed 

 Bent in vast curve, the wat'ry meteor shines 



