54 The Four Seasons, Returning nightingales appear, And charm with song the midnight hour; And I, the melting notes to hear, Frequent my lone, sequester'd bower. SUMMER. When golden morn's refulgent rays When lads and lasses making hay, I form for them the sportive lay, With them along the new-mown vale, The Four Seasons. When reapers to the golden field 55 AUTUMN. In wealthy autumn's evening fair, And help to swell the cheerful din : The treasures of the cultur'd field, 56 The Four Seasons. When favour'd by the scentful morn, I trace thick woods, or climb the rocks, Urge on the chase with hounds and horn, And far pursue the wily fox; His nightly ravage in the fold The shepherd shall no longer dread, The shouting swains shall soon behold, The caitiff number'd with the dead. WINTER. The lawns have lost their vivid hue, It shall our future wealth dispense; Now dark December's tempest rends A Wish. Your herds now shiver in the mead; And deal around the fragrant hay. Contending storms now rage around, 57 WILLIAMS. A WISH. LET wealth, let fame, those dazzling gifts of fate, Bless all the wayward sons of pomp and state; Be mine the riches of a soul refin'd, The heart benevolent, the spotless mind, To heaven's unerring will, in humble hope resign'd! WILLIAMS 58 A Storm.-Hassan, or, The Camel-Driver. A STORM. Now bursts the wave that from the clouds impends, And swell'd with tempests on the ship descends; White are the decks with foam; the winds aloud, Howl o'er the masts and sing through every shroud; Pale, trembling, tir'd, the sailors freeze with fears, And instant death on ev'ry wave appears. DRYDEN'S VIRGIL. HASSAN, OR, THE CAMEL-DRIVER. IN silent horror o'er the boundless waste, The driver, Hassan, with his camels pass'd; One cruise of water on his back he bore, And his light scrip contain'd a scanty store; A fan of painted feathers in his hand, To guard his shaded face from scorching sand. |