A FAREWELL PHOSPICT. 



Life passes on, with riches not elate, 

 Nor meanly grov'liog in a sordid state. 



See round the place the fruitful orchards rise, 

 Alaad of fruit ! that fruitless lands supplies ! 

 See how the firs and spiring poplars shewr 

 Their lofty heads, and decorate the view ; 

 Mark in the fields the stately oaks that spread, 

 Each far and wide, a thick umbrageous head ; 

 Where fly-teiz'd herds and panting flocks repai* 

 To take their shelter in a cooler air ; 

 Standing in groups, or at their leisure laid, 

 Supinely slumb'ring in the grateful shade. 



See the rich crops of corn so thickly stand, 

 With bounteous promise over all the land. 

 Prolific soils ! that annual burthens bear, 

 Enough for home, and vast excess to spare : 

 Hence a large surplus goes where need commands, 

 Diffusing plenty over sterile lands ; 

 Rewarding there the manufacturer's toil, 

 Where population over-stocks the soil. 



The thick-grown hedges intermix'd with trees, 

 And thriving orchards, all combine to please. 

 These I admire ; but give me leave to say, 

 Half I could wish your verdant shades away; 

 For while the richness giv; s the eye delight, 

 They hide the village from the roving sigtit, 

 And wrap the villas in the general green, 

 To stand secluded, or but dimly seen. 



On diff 'rent sides, where now I take my slandj 

 Are many vallies in this varied land ; 

 Where woods, rocks, waters, artless nature shew, 

 And change the thoughts as they exchange the view* 

 Romantic scenes ! for contemplation made, 



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