POEMS. 
411 
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 
Feb. 13, 1783. 
A HARVEST SCENE. 
Wak'd 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 joined ! — 
All day they ply their task ; with mutual chat 
Beguiling each the sultry tedious hours : 
Around them falls in rows the severed 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 whimp'ring 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 EARLY AND LATE BLOWING OF THE VERNAL 
AND AUTUMNAL CROCUS. 
Say, what impels amidst surrounding snow 
Congeal' d the Crocus' fiamy bud to grow ; 
Say, what retards amidst the summer's blaze 
Th' autumnal bulb ; till pale declining days ? 
The God of Seasons! whose pervading power 
Controls the sun, or sheds the fleecy shower ; 
He bids each flower his quick' ning word obey, 
Or to each lingering bloom enjoins delay. 
* Gen. viii. 22, 
■j- Moses. 
