And Nature moved complete. With inward view,
Thence on the' ideal kingdom swift she turns
Her eye; and instant, at her powerful glance,
The' obedient phantoms vanish or appear,
Compound, divide, and into order shift,
Each to his rank, from plain perception up
To the fair forms of Fancy's fleeting train:
To reason then, deducing truth from truth;
And notion quite abstract; where first begins
The world of spirits, action all and life
Unfetter'd and unmix'd. But here the cloud,
So wills ETERNAL PROVIDENCE, sits deep.
Enough for us to know that this dark state,
In wayward passions lost and vain pursuits,
This infancy of being, cannot prove

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The final issue of the works of God,

By boundless Love and perfect WISDOM form'd,
And ever rising with the rising mind.

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The subject proposed-Addressed to Mr. Onslow-A prospect of the Fields ready for Harvest-Reflections in praise of Industry, raised by that view-Reaping-A Tale relative to it-A harvest Storm-Shooting and Hunting, their barbarity-A ludicrous account of Foxhunting-A view of an Orchard-Wall-fruit-A Vineyard-A description of Fogs, frequent in the latter part of Autumn: whence a Digression, inquiring into the rise of Fountains and Rivers-Birds of season considered, that now shift their habitation-The prodigious number of them that cover the Northern and Western Isles of Scotland-Hence a view of the Country-A Prospect of the discoloured, fading Woods-After a gentle dusky Day, Moonlight-Autumnal Meteors Morning; to which succeeds a calm, pure, sunshiny Day, such as usually shuts up the season-The Harvest being gathered in, the Country dissolved in joy-The whole concludes with a Panegyric on a philosophical Country Life.

CROWN'D with the sickle and the wheaten sheaf,
While AUTUMN, nodding o'er the yellow plain,
Comes jovial on; the Doric reed once more,
Well pleased, I tune. Whate'er the wintry frost
Nitrous prepared, the various-blossom'd Spring
Put in white promise forth, and summer-suns
Concocted strong, rush boundless now to view,
Full, perfect all, and swell my glorious theme.

ONSLOW the Muse, ambitious of thy name,
To grace, inspire, and dignify her song,
Would from the public voice thy gentle ear
A while engage. Thy noble cares she knows,
The patriot virtues that distend thy thought,
Spread on thy front, and in thy bosom glow;
While listening senates hang upon thy tongue,
Devolving through the maze of eloquence
A roll of periods, sweeter than her song.
But she too pants for public virtue: she,
Though weak of power, yet strong in ardent will,
Whene'er her country rushes on her heart,
Assumes a bolder note, and fondly tries

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To mix the patriot's with the poet's flame.

When the bright Virgin gives the beauteous days,
And Libra weighs in equal scales the year,

From heaven's high cope the fierce effulgence shook
Of parting Summer, a serener blue,

With golden light enliven'd, wide invests
The happy world. Attemper'd suns arise,

Sweet-beam'd, and shedding oft through lucid clouds
A pleasing calm; while, broad and brown, below
Extensive harvests hang the heavy head.
Rich, silent, deep, they stand; for not a gale
Rolls its light billows o'er the bending plain :
A calm of plenty till the ruffled air

Falls from its poise, and gives the breeze to blow.
Rent is the fleecy mantle of the sky;

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The clouds fly different; and the sudden sun
By fits effulgent gilds the' illumined field,
And black by fits the shadows sweep along :-
A gaily chequer'd, heart-expanding view,
Far as the circling eye can shoot around,
Unbounded tossing in a flood of corn.

These are thy blessings, Industry! rough Power,
Whom labour still attends, and sweat, and pain;
Yet the kind source of every gentle art,

And all the soft civility of life:

Raiser of human-kind! by nature cast,
Naked and helpless, out amid the woods
And wilds, to rude inclement elements;
With various seeds of art deep in the mind
Implanted, and profusely pour'd around
Materials infinite; but idle all.

Still unexerted, in the' unconscious breast,
Slept the lethargic powers: Corruption still,
Voracious, swallow'd what the liberal hand
Of Bounty scatter'd o'er the savage year :
And still the sad barbarian, roving, mix'd
With beasts of prey; or for his acorn-meal
Fought the fierce tusky boar. A shivering wretch,
Aghast and comfortless! when the bleak North,
With Winter charged, let the mix'd tempest fly,
Hail, rain, and snow, and bitter-breathing frost ;
Then to the shelter of the hut he fled,
And the wild season, sordid, pined away.

For home he had not: home is the resort
Of love, of joy, of peace and plenty, where,
Supporting and supported, polish'd friends
And dear relations mingle into bliss.
But this the rugged savage never felt,
Even desolate in crowds; and thus his days
Roll'd heavy, dark, and unenjoy'd along:
A waste of time! till Industry approach'd,
And roused him from his miserable sloth;
His faculties unfolded; pointed out
Where lavish Nature the directing hand
Of Art demanded; show'd him how to raise
His feeble force by the mechanic powers,
To dig the mineral from the vaulted earth,
On what to turn the piercing rage of fire,
On what the torrent, and the gather'd blast;
Gave the tall ancient forest to his axe;

Taught him to chip the wood, and hew the stone,
Till by degrees the finish'd fabric rose ;
Tore from his limbs the blood-polluted fur,
And wrapt them in the woolly vestment warm,
Or bright in glossy silk and flowing lawn ;
With wholesome viands fill'd his table; pour'd
The generous glass around, inspired to wake
The life-refining soul of decent wit:
Nor stopp'd at barren bare necessity;

But, still advancing bolder, led him on

To pomp, to pleasure, elegance, and grace;

And, breathing high ambition through his soul,
Set science, wisdom, glory, in his view,

And bade him be the lord of all below.

Then gathering men their natural powers combined,
And form'd a public; to the general good
Submitting, aiming, and conducting all.
For this the patriot council met, the full,
The free, and fairly-represented whole.

For this they plann'd the holy guardian laws,
Distinguish'd orders, animated arts;
And, with joint force Oppression chaining, set
Imperial Justice at the helm ; yet still
To them accountable; nor slavish dream'd
That toiling millions must resign their weal,
And all the honey of their search, to such

As for themselves alone themselves have raised.

Hence every form of cultivated life In order set, protected, and inspired, Into perfection wrought. Uniting all, Society grew numerous, high, polite,

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And happy. Nurse of Art, the City rear'd
In beauteous pride her tower-encircled head;

And, stretching street on street, by thousands drew,

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From twining woody haunts, or the tough yew

To bows strong-straining, her aspiring sons.

Then Commerce brought into the public walk

The busy merchant; the big warehouse built;

Raised the strong crane; choked up the loaded street

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With foreign plenty; and thy stream, O Thames,

Large, gentle, deep, majestic, king of floods,

Chose for his grand resort. On either hand,

Like a long wintry forest, groves of masts
Shot up their spires; the bellying sheet between
Possess'd the breezy void; the sooty hulk

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Steer'd sluggish on; the splendid barge along

Row'd, regular, to harmony; around,

The boat, light-skimming, stretch'd its oary wings;

While deep the various voice of fervent Toil

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From bank to bank increased; whence, ribb'd with oak,

To bear the British thunder, black and bold,

The roaring vessel rush'd into the main.

Then too the pillar'd dome, magnific, heaved

Its ample roof; and Luxury within

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Pour'd out her glittering stores: the canvass smooth,

Delightful. Pensive Winter, cheer'd by him,
Sits at the social fire, and happy hears

That, waving round, recall my wandering song.

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