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WRITTEN IN APRIL, 
STILL over the plain ftern Winter low'rs, 
And rules the lengthen’d day, 
Nor yields to April’s vernal hours, 
Nor flies the coming May, 
Still from the mountain roars the blaft 
When Morn’s pale rays arife, , 
And heavy vapours gathering faft 
Obicure the Evening skies. 
Yet, though the threat’ning ftorm may low’r, 
Though tempefts veil the day 5 
Yet Spring fhall foon its beauties pour, 
And yield to Summer’s {way. 
So to Misfortune’s mourning child 
The ftar of Hope fhall rife, 
And foon recede the tempeft wild 
From Joy’s ferener fkies ! 
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SONNET. 
WHEN through th’ expanfe of heav’n wild 
whirlwinds {weep, 
And drive in varying forms the billowy 
cloud, 
I Jove to hear the tempeft roaring loud, 
And view with fteady gaze the troubled 
deep. 
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Seated on fome high rock, with vaft delight 
I mark the progrefs of the wafting ftorm, 
What time, by Fancy rais’d, fome fha- 
dowy form 
Burfts in wild grandeur on my wond’ring 
fight. 
Yet could I once with joy ferene furvey 
. The ca/mef {cene by lovely Nature dreft, 
The peaceful vale, or Ocean’s wavelefs 
breaft 
Ting’d with the rofeate hue of parting day. 
Ah! ¢hen nor piercing forrow dimm’d mine 
eye, 
Nor my yet tranquil heart had throbb’d with 
agony! 
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THE swiss to fis NATIVE SCENES. 
O# Zurieh! mid thy mountains wild, 
Thy dark impending rocks, whofe gloom 
Chill’d witha reverential awe my breaft, 
And breath’d the folemn filence of the 
tomb, 
T wander’d once a happy harmlefs child. 
When, tir’d with fport, I fank to reft, 
My wearied infant limbs I laid 
Beneath the verdant larch’s fhade, . 
And, pleas’d, furvey’d the fcene and {mil'd ; 
How happy then, all gay and free, 
I {porting round my fav’rite tree 
The ling’sing hours beguil’d! 
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Or when the ev’ning fun would throw 
A glow of crimfon o’er the wet, 
Down to the lake’s {weet fhore I'd go, 
Chanting a wild unpolith'd lay, 
To bid adieu to parting day ; 
My penfive head upon my arm I'd ref; 
And view the Glacieres, as the crimfon beam 
Yet faintly quiver’d, ere it quite decay’d, 
Till to a twilight grey, 
The purple-tinétur’d glow would fade ; 
Save o’er the western hills one tranfient 
gleam. 
Then how I fondly lov'd to hear 
‘The convent bells, as borne along, 
Join’d with the ruftic’s ew’ning fong, 
Upon the breeze they {welling met my ear 5 
Till inking as they ceas’d to dail 
Upon the bofom of the gale, 
They faintly died away, . 
From the high precipice above, 
Where the wild rill defcending flow, 
Increafing as its waters How 
By the mountain’s melted fnow, 
In many 2 maze is feen to move, 
Round many a hill does carelefs rove, 
And babbles on through many a grove, 
To join the fky-blue lake below 5 
When the lightning’s vivid glare 
Flafh’d along the fky, 
And the thunder’s ratt’ling peal 
Proclaim’d the tempeft nigh; 
I'd feek the dark recefs which ruftic hands 
Had zealous carv’d, to hold the ciofs of 
ftone, 
Where oft they came, in flowly-moving 
bands, 
For fome departed finner to atone 5 
I knew ’twas vain to feek my home, 
For far my carelefs feet would roam. 
But there fecure I might’a fhelter find 
From the rough ftorm that hover’d in the 
wind, , 
And there enjoy the pleafing dread, 
Which the long thunder’s echoing roll 
Infus’d into my little wond’ring foul, 
Sitting filent as the dead! 
But when the ftorm had pafs’d along, 
The radiant fun his laft beams flinging, 
I’d recollect my conftant fong, 
And traverfe o’er the mountain finging 5 
Then hie me to my little thed, 
And throw me on my ftraw-made bed. 
When through the curling twifted vine, 
That twin’d around my window-frame,y 
The blufhing beam of heav’n would fhiney 
And the {prightly fongfter came, 
And peck’d the purple pendants as he fung 5 
My lighten’d heart that knew no woe, 
Deprefs’d not by Care’s leaden hand, 
Leap’d lightly at the {weet command, 
That to the mountain bade me go; 
My fcanty wallet o’er my fhoulders flung. 
My 
