466 POEMS. 



Like the sea tumbling on the pebbly shore. 

 When spouting rains descend in torrent tides, 

 See the torn Zigzag weep its channel'd sides : 

 Winter exerts its rage : heavy and slow, 

 From the keen east rolls on the treasured 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 danced, and gentle Anna sang ; 

 With fairy- step where Harriet tripped so late, 

 And on her stump reclined the musing Kitty sate ? 



Return, 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 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 every power to please. 



Nov. i. 1763. 



ON THE RAINBOW. 



' Look upon the rainbow, and praise him that made it ; very beautiful is the 

 brightness thereof." Eccles. xliii. n. 



ON morning or on evening cloud impress'd, 

 Bent in vast curve, the watery meteor shines 

 Delightfully, to the levell'd sun opposed : 

 Lovely refraction ! while the vivid brede 



