342 POEMS. 



With pastoral dance the smitten swain surprise, 

 And bring all Arcady before our eyes. 



Return, blithe maidens ; with you bring along 

 Free, 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 RAINBOW. 



" Look upon the_Rainbovv, and praise him that made it : 

 very beautiful is it in the brightness thereof." Eccles. 

 xliii. 11.1 



ON morning or on evening cloud impress'd, 

 Bent in vast curve, the wat'ry meteor shines 

 Delightfully, to th' levell'd sun opposed : 

 Lovely refraction ! while the vivid brede 

 In listed colours glows, th' unconscious swain 

 With vacant eye gates on the divine 

 Phenomenon, gleaming o'er th' illumin'd fields, 

 Or runs to catch the treasure which it sheds. 



Not so the sage, inspired with pious awe ; 

 He hails the federal arch ; and looking up 

 Adotes that God, whose fingers form'd this bow 

 Magnificent, compassing heav'n about 

 " Gen. ix. 1217. 



