His wafted fpirits quickly, by long toil
Incurring fhort fatigue; and, though our years As life declines fpeed rapidly away,
And not a year but pilfers as he goes
Some youthful grace that age would gladly keep; A tooth or auburn lock, and by degrees
Their length and colour from the locks they fpare; Th' elastic spring of an unwearied foot
That mounts the stile with eafe, or leaps the fence, That play of lungs, inhaling and again Refpiring freely the fresh air, that makes Swift pace or steep afcent no toil to me, Mine have not pilfer'd yet; nor yet impair'd My relish of fair profpect; scenes that footh'd Or charm'd me young, no longer young, I find Still foothing, and of pow'r to charm me still. And witness, dear companion of my walks, Whose arm this twentieth winter I perceive Fast lock'd in mine, with pleasure fuch as love, Confirm'd by long experience of thy worth
And well-tried virtues, could alone inspire- Witness a joy that thou haft doubled long. Thou know'ft my praise of nature moft fincere, And that my raptures are not conjur'd up To ferve occafions of poetic pomp,
But genuine, and art partner of them all. How oft upon yon eminence our pace
Has flacken'd to a pause, and we have born The ruffling wind, fcarce confcious that it blew, While admiration, feeding at the eye,
And still unfated, dwelt upon the scene.
Thence with what pleasure have we just discern'd The diftant plough flow moving, and befide His lab'ring team, that fwerv'd not from the track, The sturdy fwain diminish'd to a boy!
Here Oufe, flow winding through a level plain Of fpacious meads with cattle fprinkled o'er, Conducts the eye along his finuous course Delighted. There, fast rooted in their bank, Stand, never overlook'd, our fav'rite elms,
That screen the herdfman's folitary hut;
While far beyond, and overthwart the stream That, as with molten glass, inlays the vale, The floping land recedes into the clouds;
Displaying on its varied fide the grace
Of hedge-row beauties numberless, square tow'r, Tall fpire, from which the found of cheerful bells Juft undulates upon the lift'ning ear,
Groves, heaths, and smoking villages, remote. Scenes must be beautiful which, daily view'd,
Please daily, and whofe novelty furvives
Long knowledge and the fcrutiny of years, Praise justly due to thofe that I defcribe.
Nor rural fights alone, but rural founds, Exhilarate the fpirit, and restore
The tone of languid Nature. Mighty winds, That sweep the skirt of fome far-fpreading wood Of ancient growth, make mufic not unlike The dash of ocean on his winding shore,
And lull the spirit while they fill the mind; Unnumber'd branches waving in the blast, And all their leaves faft flutt'ring, all at once. Nor less compofure waits upon the roar Of distant floods, or on the fofter voice Of neighb'ring fountain, or of rills that flip Through the cleft rock, and, chiming as they fall Upon loose pebbles, lose themselves at length In matted grafs, that with a livelier green... Betrays the fecret of their filent course.
Nature inanimate employs fweet founds, But animated nature sweeter ftill,
To footh and fatisfy the human ear.
Ten thousand warblers cheer the day, and one
The live-long night: nor thefe alone, whofe notes
Nice finger'd art must emulate in vain,
But cawing rooks, and kites that fwim fublime
In ftill repeated circles, fcreaming loud,
The jay, the pie, and ev'n the boding owl
That hails the rifing moon, have charms for me.
Sounds inharmonious in themselves and harsh, Yet heard in scenes where peace for ever reigns, And only there, please highly for their fake.
Peace to the artift, whofe ingenious thought Devis'd the weather-houfe, that useful toy! Fearless of humid air and gathering rains, Forth steps the man-an emblem of myself! More delicate, his tim'rous mate retires.
When Winter foaks the fields, and female feet, Too weak to struggle with tenacious clay, Or ford the rivulets, are best at home,
The task of new difcov'ries falls on me.
At fuch a season, and with fuch a charge,
Once went I forth; and found, till then unknown,
A cottage, whither oft we fince repair:
'Tis perch'd upon the green-hill top, but close Environ'd with a ring of branching elms That overhang the thatch, itself unseen Peeps at the vale below; fo thick befet
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