164 MEMOIRS OP 



Thin ftreaky clouds,, convex'd by ftorms, 

 Slowly expand their tiffued forms 5 

 Long bars of grey and erimfon bright 

 Divert the golden threads of light j 

 Till glory's nafcent curve difplays 

 One fplendid orb, a world of rays ! 

 Then lightens heaven's etherial bound, 

 And all the fpangled country glows around. 



Now that we have obferved what power 

 this author poffefles to bring back to our 

 recolle&ion a ftormy night .in winter, fuc- 

 ceeded by a ruddy dawn, blazing upon it's 

 frofted landscape, let us turn to his mifty 

 morning, in the fame feafon, gradually 

 clearing up into a mild and funny day. 



When Winter's icy hand 

 Whitens Britannia's fhivering land, 

 Then flow the billowy vapors glide, 

 And roll their lazy oceans wide. 

 Oft have I mark'd from Mathfield's brow, 

 Her mift-embofom'd realms below, 

 While, here and there, a foaring tree 

 Waded amid the vapory fea, 

 And Alh bourn's fpire to diftant fight 

 Tower'd, like a maft, in dubious light. 



If, 



