DR. DAIOVIN. 165 



If, through the paly gloom, the fun 

 With ftruggling beams his journey won, 

 Soon as he rais'd his crimfon eye 

 With tranfport flafli'd th' illumin'd iky ; 

 The vane, rekindling at his blaze, 

 Shot, like a meteor, through the ha?,e j 

 The trees in liquid luftre flovv'd, 

 And all the dim tranfparencc glow'd, 



The ruftic, on his fields below, 

 Shoves from his lot the melting fnowj 

 Salutes the welcome change, and feems 

 To tafte of life's diviner ftreams; 

 Breathes with delight the temperate air, 

 And views, with half-clos'd eyes, the boundlefs 

 glare. 



What a pretty fummer fcene rifes in 

 the following verfes from the fame poem ! 



Wide fpread 



An elm uprears his reverend head ; 



* A Lapland fcene, which fucceeds to the laft line, is omitted, not 

 from its want of poetic beauty ? but merely to (horten the quotation. 



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