Never to drown the world again : * henceforth, 



Till time shall be no more, in ceaseless round, 



Season shall follow season : day to night, 



Summer to winter, harvest to seed-time, 



Heat shall to cold in regular array 



Succeed." Heav'n-taught, so sang the Hebrew bard.f 



A HARVEST SCENE. 



WAKED by the gentle gleamings of the morn 

 Soon clad, the reaper, provident of want, 

 Hies cheerful-hearted to the ripen' d field ; 

 Nor hastes alone : attendant by his side 

 His faithful wife, sole partner of his cares, 

 Bears on her breast the sleeping babe ; behind, 

 With steps unequal, trips her infant train : 

 Thrice happy pair, in love and labour join'd ! 



All day they ply their task ; with mutual chat. 

 Beguiling each the sultry, tedious hours. 

 Around them falls in rows the sever'd corn, 

 Or the shocks rise in regular array. 



But when high noon invites to short repast, 

 Beneath the shade of sheltering thorn they sit, 

 Divide the simple meal, and drain the cask : 

 The swinging cradle lulls the whimpering babe 

 Meantime ; while growling round, if at the tread 

 Of hasty passenger alarm'd, as of their store 

 Protective, stalks the cur with bristling back, 

 To guard the scanty scrip and russet frock. 



ON THE DARK, STILL, DRY, WARM WEATHER, 



Occasionally happening in the Winter Months. 



TH' imprison'd winds slumber within their caves, 

 Fast bound : the fickle vane, emblem of change, 

 Wavers no more, long settling to a point. 



All Nature nodding seems composed : thick steams, 

 From land, from flood up-drawn, dimming the day, 

 " Like a dark ceiling stand ;" slow through the air 



*Gen. viii. 22: f Moses. 



