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ORIGINAL. POETRY. 
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To the Editor of the Monthly Magazine. 
SIR, 
HE charge is too generally urged againft 
farmeis, that they are relu@tant ‘to ac- 
knowledge the fupplies of Providence to have 
been abundant, with whatever liberality thofe 
tupplies may have been beftowed, Inclofed 
you have a copy of verfes, which I drew up 
to read to my own labourersat their harveft- 
fupper, after lodging fifty acres of wheat fafely 
in the barn. The lines have no other merit 
than as breathing a different fpirit from what 
the agricultural intereft are too generally 
charged with. Waving the pen in my hand, 
i have likewife added a few lines on the in- 
tended inclofure of Enfield-chace, by which 
my own fituation will particularly fuffer, my 
premifes, for nearly a mile, being. bene- 
fited by the ornamental fhade and fhelter of 
the woods. Though a decided friend_to in- 
slofures, I may be allowed to lament the con- 
fequent devaftations of the axe, while I ac- 
Knowledge the political neceffity of the mea- 
fure, and am, Sir, your's, &c. 
A. Wirtxtwson, M.D. 
White-webb Farm, 
Enfield-chace, OF. 22, 1801. 
Blow joyfully the winding hora 
Among the rifing ricks of corn 
Lo! the laft waggon’s come ! 
The wheat and barley now are ftor’d, 
Enough to fill the winter hoard— 
So fhout the harveft home ! 
‘We've rifen with the earlieft light, 
And work’d till evening clos’d in night 
The loaded field to clear ; 
What wheat before our fickles fell } 
What oats! what barley! few can tell, 
So thick they rofe in ear! 
No falling rain, no cloudy fkies, 
No lightning flafhing in our eyes, 
No workmen at a ftand : 
Thanks to a liberal Providence, 
That does with kindeft hand difpenfe 
His bleflings thro’ the land. 
No corn by the fierce tempeft laid, 
No mildew blafts the fick’ning blade, 
No blight fhrinks up the ear. 
The poor, man pray’d—his voice was heard : 
God, ever faithful to his word, 
With plenty crowns the year! 
He does both hay and corn prepare, 
For man and beaft are ftill his care, 
And want is known no more; 
Let joy be felt and heard around, 
Let hill and valley {well the found, 
Flis bounty feeds the poor! 
Let not the rich the poor difdainy 
Nor think our little labours vain, 
>Tis thefe their food prepare; 
But while with liberal kindnefs fedy 
Should any honeft poor want bread, 
Oh! make their wants your care. 
rr 
VERSES on the intended INCLOSURE of EN 
FIELD-CHACE. ! . 
ADIEU to the woodlands, their fhelter and . 
fhade, 
Where the nightingale’s mufic enlivens the 
glade! 
Adieu to the greenfward, fo lively and 
Says 
With daifies and cowflips, with vivlets and 
May! 
Adieu to the woodlands, where oft I have 
rov'd % 
And fweetly convers’d with the friend that I 
lov’d! 
Adieu to the woodlands--my. fav’rite re- 
treat 
From noife and from duft, from wind and 
from heat! . 
Adieu to the woodlands, that give to the 
poor 
The faggot that warms, and the bough at the 
door! 
May the axe flip afide from the barbarous 
ftroke, 
And the faw in the conteft be fhiver’d and 
broke! 
Adieu to the wood-pigeon’s' heart-moving 
train! 
No more fhall I hear the ring-dove com- 
=>) “plain 
From ploughs and from harrows fhe rapidly 
flies, Bh 
The brown dufty clods have no charms in her 
eyes, i aa 
Adieu to the woodlands, where fportive 
and gay, ¢ ' 
The cattle, light-bounding, fo frolickfome 
. Soplay! 
Adieu to the woodlands, the pride of the 
| place! 
May the hand that defpoils them be mark’d 
with difgrace ! 
| 
— 
. THE RETURN. 
AS AIN I fee thee, cliffs and rocky fhore, 
Ye rough opponents of th’ Atlantic 
wave 3 par 
Delighted hear the dafhing waters roar, 
While *gainft my native land the billows 
Tave, 
Once 
