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Relapees into fighting elements:

Devour'd, in sallow melancholy clad. It is not air, but foats a nauseous mass

And oft the sorceress, in her sated wrath, Of all obscene, corrupt, offensive things. Resigns them to the furies of her train : Much moisture hurts; but here a sordid bath, The bloated Hydrops, and the yellow Fiend With oily rancour fraught, relaxes more Ting'd with her own accumulated gall. The solid frame than simple inoisture can.

In quest of sites, avoid the mournful plain Besides, immur'd in many a sullen bay

Where osiers thrive, and trees that love the That never felt the freshness of the breeze,

This slumb'ring deep remains, and ranker grows Where many lazy muddy rivers flow:
With sickly rest: and (tho' the lungs abbur Nor for the wealth that all the Indies roll
To drink the dun fuliginous abyss)

Fix near the marshy margin of the main.
Did not the acid vigour of the mine,

For from the humid soil and wat'ry reign Roli'd from so many thundering chimnies, tame Eternal vapours rise ; the spongy air The putrid steams that overswarm the sky; For ever weeps : or, turgid with the weight This caustic venom would perbaps corrode Of waters, pours a sounding deluge down. Those tender cells that draw the vital air, Skies sub as these let every mortal shun In rain with all the unctuous rills bedew'd; Who dreads the dropsy, palsy, or the gout, Or by the drunken venous tubes, that yawn Tertian, corrosive scurvy, or moist catarrh; In countless pores o'er all the pervious skin Or any other injury that grows Imbib’d, would poison the balsamic blood, From raw-spuo fibres idle and unstrung, And rouse the heart to every fever's rage. Skin ill-perspiring, and the purple flood While yet you breathe, away; the rural wilds In languid eddies loitering into phlegm. Invite; the mountains call you, and the vales; Yet not alone from humid skies we pine ; The woods, the streams, and each ambrosial For air may be too dry. The subtle Heaven, breeze

That winnows into dust the blasted downs, That fans the ever-undulating sky;

Bare and extended wide without a stream,
A kindly sky! whose fost'ring power regales Too fast imbibes th' attenuated lymph
Man, beast, and all the vegetable reign. Which, by the surface, from the blood exhales.
Find then some woodland scene where Nature The lungs grow rigid, and with toil essay

Their flexible vibrations ! or inflam'd,
Benign, where all her honest children thrive. Their tender ever-moving structure thaws.
To us there wants not many a happy seat ! Spoil'd of its limpid vehicle, the blood
Look round the smiling land, such numbers rise A mass of lees remains, a drossy tide
We hardly fix, bewilder'd in our choice.

That slow as Lethe wanders thro' the reins; See where euthron'd in adamantiue state,

Unactive in the services of life,
Proud of her bards, imperial Windsor sits; Unfit to lead its pitchy current thro'
Where choose thy seat in some aspiring grove The secret mazy channels of the brain.
Fast by the slowly-winding Thames; or where The melancholic fiend (that worst despair
Broader she laves fair Richmond's green retreats, of physic) hence the rust-complexion'd man
(Richmond that sees an hundred villas rise Pursues, whose blood is dry, whose fibres gain
Rural or gay.) 0! from the summer's rage Too stretch'd a tone ; and hence in climes adust
O! wrap me in the friendly gloom that bides So sudden tumults seize the trembling verres,
Unbrageous Ham!- But if the busy town And burning fevers glow with double rage.
Attract thee still to toil for power of gold,

Fly, if you can, these violent extremes
Sweetly thou may'st thy vacant hours possess Of air; the wholesome is nor moist nor dry.
In Hampstead, courted by the western wind; But as the power of choosing is deny'd
Or Greenwich, waving o'er the winding flood; To half mankind, a further task ensues;
Or lose the world amid the sylvan wilds

How best to mitigate these fell extremes,
Of Dulwich, yet by barbarous arts unspoil'd. How breathe unhurt the withering element,
Green rise the Kentish hills in cheerful air; Or bazy atmosphere: though custom moulds
But on the marshy plains that Lincoln spreads To every clime the soft Promethean clay;
Build not, nor rest too long tny wandering feet. And be who first the fogs of Essex breath'd
For on a rustic throne of dewy turf,

(So kind is native air) may in the fens With baneful fogs her aching temples bound, Of Essex from inveterate ills revive Quartana there presides ; a meagre fiend At pure Montpelier or Bermuda caught. Begot by Eurus, when his brutal force

But if the raw and oozy heaven offend; Compress'd the slothful Naiad of the fens. Correct the soil, and dry the sources up From such a mixture sprung, this fitful pest Of wat’ry exhalation : wide and deep With sev'rish blasts subdues the sick’ning land: Conduct your trenches through the quaking Cold treinours come, with mighty love of rest, Convulsive yawnings, lassitude, and pains Solicitous, with all your winding arts, That sting the burden'd brows, fatigue the loins, Betray the unwilling lake into the stream; And rack the joints, and every torpid limb; And weed the forest, and invoke the winds Then parching heat succeeds, till copious sweats to break the toils where strangled vapours lie ; O'erflow: a short relief from former ills

Or through the thickets send the crackling Beneath repeated shocks the wretches pine,

The vigour sinks, the habit melts away : Meantime at home with cheerful fires dispel
The cheerful, piire, and animated bloom The humid air: and let your table smoke
Dies froin the face, with squaliū atrophy With solid roast or bak'd; or wbat the herds


Of tamer breed supply; or what the wilds Swells into cheerful hills : where marjoram Yield to the toilsome pleasures of the chase. And thyine, the love of bees, perfume the air; Generous your wine, the boast of ripening And where the cynorrhodon 2 with the rose years;

For fragrance vies; for in the thirsty soil But frugal ie your cups : the languid frame, Most fragrant breathe the aromatic tribes. Vapid and sunk from yesterday's debauch, There bid thy roofs high on the basking steep Shrinks from the cold embrace of wat’ry Heavens. Ascend, there light thy hospitable fires. But neither these nor all Apollo's arts,

And let them see the winter morn arise, Disarm the dangers of ihe dropping sky, The sunmer evening blushing in the West : Unless with exercise and manly toil [blood. While with umbrageous oaks the ridge behind You brace your perves, and spur the lagging | D'erhung, defends you from the blust'ring North, The fat'ning clime let all the sons of ease And bleak afiliction of the peevish East. Avoid ; if indolence would wish to live,

Oh! when the growling winds contend, and all Go, yawn and loiter out the long slow year The sounding forest fluctuates in the storm; In fairer skies. If droughty regions parch To sink in warm repose, and hear the din The skin and lungs, and bake the thickening Howl o'er the steady battlements, delights blood;

Above the luxury of vulgar sleep. Deep in the waving forest choose your seat, The murmuring rivulet, and the hoarser strain Where fuming trees refresh the thirsty air ; Of waters rushing o'r the slippery rocks, And wake the fountains from their secret beds, Will nightly lull you to ambrosial rest. And into lakes dilate their rapid stream.

To please the fancy is no trifling good, Here spread your gardens wide; and let the cool, where health is studied; for whatever moves The moist relaxing vegetable store

The inind with calm delight, promotes the just Prevail in each repast: your food supply'd And natural movements of th' harmonious By bleeding life, be gently wasted down,

frame, By soft decoction and a mellowing heat,

Besides, the sportive brook for ever shakes To liquid balm ; or, if the solid inass

The trembling air, that Aoats from hill to bill You choose, tormented in the boiling wave: From vale to mountain, with incessant change That through the thirsty channels of the blood Of purest element, refreshing still A smooth diluted chyle may ever flow.

Your airy seat, and uninfected gods. The fragrant dairy from its cool recess

Chiefly tor this I praise the man who builds Its nectar acid'or benign will pour

High on the breezy ridge, whose lofty sides To drown your thirst; or let the mantling bowl Th'ethereal deep with endless billows chafes. Of keen sherbet the fickle taste relieve.

His purer mansion nor contagious years For with the viscous blood the simple stream Shall reach, nor deadly putrid airs annos. Will hardly mingle; anid fermented cups

But may no fogs, from lake or fenny plain,
Oft dissipaie more moisture than they give. lovolve my hill! and whereso'er you build,
Yet when pale seasons rise, or Winter rolls Whether on sun-burnt Epsom, or the plains
His horrours o'er the world, thou inay'st indulge Wash'd by the silent Lee; in Chelsea low,
In feasts more genial, and impatient broach Or high blackheath with wintry winds assail'd;
The mellow cask. Then too the scourging air Dry be your house : but airy more than warm.
Provokes to keener toils than sultry droughts Else every breath of ruder wind will strike
Allow. But rarely we snch skies blaspheme. Your tender body through with rapid pains ;
Steep'd in continuai rains, or with raw fogs Fierce coughs will teaze you, hoarseness bind your
Bedew'd, o:r seasons droop: incumbent s:ill

A ponderous Heaven o'erwhelms the sinking soul. Or moist gravedo load your aching brors.
Lab'ring with storms in heapy mountains rise These to defy, and all the fates that dwell
Th' imbattled clouds, as if the Sygian siades In cloister'd air tainted with steaming lile,
Had left the dungeon of eternal night,

Let lofty ceilings grace your ample rooms;
Till black with thunder all the South descends. And still at azure noontide may your doine
Scarce in a showerless day the Heavens indulge At every wiudow drink the liquid sky.
Our melting clime; except the baleful East Need we the sunny situation here,
Withers the tender spring, and sourly checks And theatres open to the South, commerd?
The fancy of the year. Our fathers talk

Here, where the inorning's misty breath infests Of sunmers, balmy air, and skies sere e. More than the torrid noon? How sickly grow, Good Heaven ! for what unexpiated crimes How pale, the plants in those ill-fated vales, This dismal change! the brooding elements, That, circled round with the gigantic heap Do they, your powerful ministers of wrath, Of mountains, never felt, nor ever hope Prepare some fierce exterminating plague? To feel, the genial vigour of the Sun! Or is it fix'd in the decrees above

While on the neighbouring hill the rose inThat lofty Albion melt into the main ?

flarnes Indulgent Nature ! O dissolve this gloom ! The verdant spring; in virgin beauty blows Bind in eternal adamant the winds

The tender lily, languishingly sweet; That drown or wither: give the West O'er every hedge the wanton woodbine rores, To breathe, and in its turn the sprightly North : And autumn ripens in the suinmer's ray. And may once more the circling seasons rule Nor less the warmer living tribes demand The year; not mix in every monstrous day. The fost'ring Sun, whose energy divine

Meantime, the moist malignity to shun (paign Of burthen'd skies; mark where the dry cham. The wild rose, or that which grows on the

cominon briar.


Dwells not in mortal fre; whose gen'rous heat The full repast; and let sagacious age
Glows thro’ the mass of grosser elements, Grow wiser, lesson'd by the dropping teeth.
And kindles into life the ponderous spheres. Half subtiliz'd to chyle, the liquid food
Cheer'd by thy kind invigorating warinth, Readiest obeys th' assimilating powers;
We court ihy beams, great majesty of day! And soon the tender vegetable mass
If not the soul, the regent of this worlu, Relents ; and soon the young of those that tread
First-born of Heaven, and only less than God! The stedfast earth, or cleave the green abyss,

Or pathless sky. And if the steer must fall,

In youth and sanguine vigour let him die;

Nor stay till rigid age, or heavy ails,

Absolve him ill-requited froin the yoke.

Some with high forage, and luxuriant ease,

Indulge the veteran ox; but wiser thou,

From the bald mountain or the barren downs, Exouch of air. A desert subject now, Expect the focks by frugal Nature fed; Rougher and wilder, rises to my sight.

A race of purer blood, with exercise A barren waste, where not a garland grows Refin’d and scanty fare : for, old or young, To bind the Muse's brow; not ev’n a proud The stall'd are never healthy ; nor the cramm'd Stupendous solitude frowns o'er the heath, Not all the culinary arts can tame To rouse a noble horrour in the soul :

To wholesome food, the abominable growth
But rugged paths fatigue, and errour leads Of rest and gluttony ; the prudent taste
Thro' endless labyrinths the devious feet. Rejects like bane such loathsome lusciousness.
Farewell, ethereal fields! the humbler arts The languid stomach curses even the pure
Of life; the table and the homely gods

Delicious fat, and all the race of oil :
Demand my song. Elysian gales, adieu! For more the oily aliments relax
The blood, the fountain whence the spirits Its feeble tone; and with the eager lymph

(Fond to incorporate with all it meets)
The generous stream that waters every part, Coyly they mix, and shun with slippery wiles
And motion, vigour, and warm life conveys The woo'd embrace. Th' irresoluble oil,
To every particle that moves or lives;

So gentle late and blandishing, in foods This vital fluid, through unnumber'd tubes Of rancid bile o'erflows: what tumults hence, Pour'd by the heart, and to the heart again What horrors rise, were nauseous to relate. Refunded; scourg'd for ever round and round; (hoose leaner viands, ye whose jovial make Enrag'd with heat and toil, at lasts forgets Too fast the gummy nutriment imbibes : Its balmy nature; virulent and thin

Choose sober meals; and rouse to active life It grows; and now, but that a thousand gates

Your cumbrous clay ; nor on the enfeebling down, Are open to its fight, it would destroy

Irresolute, protract the morning hours. The parts it cherish'd and repair'd before. But let the man whose bones are thinly clad, Besides, the flexible and tender tubes

With cheerful ease and succulent repast Melt in the mildest most nectareous tide

Improve his habit if he can; for each That ripening Nature rolls; as in the stream Extreine departs from perfect sanity. Its crumbling banks; but what the force

I could relate what table this demands, Of plastic fuids hourly batters down,

Or that complexion ; what the various powers That very force, those plastic particles

Of various foods : but fifty years would roll, Rebuild: so mutable the state of man.

And fifty more before the lale were done. For this the watchful appetite was given, Besides, there often lurks some nameless, strange, Daily with fresh materials to repair

Peculiar thing; nor on the skin display'd, This unavoidable expense of life,

Felt in the pulse, nor in the babit seen; This necessary waste of flesh and blood.

Which finds a poison in the food that inost Hence, the concoctive powers, with various art, The temp'rature affects. There are, whose blood Subdue the cruder aliments to chyle;

Impetuous rages thro' the turgid veins, The chyle to blood; the foamy pouple tide Who better bear the fiery fruits of India To liquors, which thru' finer arteries

Than the moist melon, or pale cucumber. To different parts their winding course pursue; Of chilly nature others fly the board To try new changes, and new forins put on, Supply'd with slaughter, and the vernal powers Or for the public, or soine private use.

For cooler, kinder sustenance implore. Nothing so foreign but th'athletic hind

Some even the generous nutriment detest* Can labour into blood. The hungry meal Which, in the shell, the sleeping embryo rears. Aloue he fears, or aliments tvo thin;

Some, more unhappy still, repent the gifts By violent powers too easily subu'd,

Of Pales; soft, delicious and benign: Too soon expell’d. His daily labour thaws, The balmy quintessence of every flower, To friendly chyle, the most rebellious mass And every grateful herb that decks the spring; That salt can harden, or the smoke of years; The fost'ring dew of tender sprouting life ; Nor does his gorge the luscious bacon rue, The best refection of declining age ; Nor that which Cestria sends, tenacious paste The kind restorative of those who lie Of solid milk. But ye of softer clay,

Half dead and panting, from the doubtful strife Infirm and delicate ! and ye who waste

Of nature struggling in the grasp of death. With pale and bloated sloth the tedious day! Try all the bounties of this fertile globe, Avoid the stubborn aliment, avoid

There is not such a salutary food

As suits with every stomach. But (except, How much to morrow differ from to day;
Amid the mingled mass of fish and fowl,

So far indulge; 'ris fit, besides, that man,
And boil'd and bak'd, you hesitate by which To change obnoxious, be to change inur'd.
You sunk oppress'd, or whether not by all) But stay the curious appetite, and taste
Taught by experience soon you may discern With caution fruits you never tried before.
What pleases, what offends. Avoid the cates For want of use the kindest aliment
l'hat lall the sicken'd appetite too long; Sometimes offends; while custom tames the
Or heave with fev'rish Rushings all the face,

rage Burn ja the palms, and parch the roughi’ning of poison to mild amity with lifr. tongue;

So Heaven has form'd us to the general taste Or much diminish or too much increase Of all its gifts : so custom has improv'd Th’expense, which Nature's wise economy, This bent of nature ; that few simple foods, Without or waste or avarice, maintains.

Of all that earth, or air, or ocean yield, Such cates abjur'd, let prowling hunger loose, But by excess offend. Beyond the sense And bid the curious palate roam at wills Of light refection, at the genial board They scarce can err amid the various stores Indulge not often ; nor protract the feast That burst the teeming entrails of the world. To dull satiety; till soft and slow

Led by sagacious taste, the ruthless king A drowsy death creeps on, th' expansive soul Of beasts on blood and slaughter only lives; Oppress'd, and smother'd the celestial fire. The tiger, form'd alike to cruel meals,

The stomach, urg'd beyond its active tone, Would at the manger starve: of milder seeds Hardly to nutrimental chyle subdues The generous borse to herbage and to grain The softest food : unfinish'd and depravid, Confines his wish ; tho' fabling Greece resound The chyle, in all its futurewanderings, owns The Thracian steeds with human carnage wild. Its turbid fountain ; not by purer streams Prompted by instinct's never-erring power, So to be clear'd, but foulness will remain. Each creature knows its proper aliment; To sparkling wine what ferment can exalt But man, th' inhabitant of every clime,

Th' upripen'd grape? or what mechanic skill With all the commoners of Nature feeds. From the crude ore can spin the ductile gold ? Directed, bounded, by this power within,

Gross riot treasures up a wealthy fund Their cravings are well-aim'd : voluptuous man Of plagues: but more immedicable ills Is by superior faculties misled;

Attend the lean extreme. For physic knows Misled from pleasure even in quest of joy, How to disburthen the too tumid veins, Sated with Nature's boons, what thousands seek, Even how to ripen the half-labourd blood : With dishes tortur'd from their native taste, But to unlock the elemental tubes, And mad variety, to spur beyond

Collaps'd and shrunk with long inanity, Its wiser will the jaded appetite!

And with balsamic nutriment repair Is this for pleasure ? Learn a juster taste ; The dried and worn-out habit, were to hid And know that temperance is true luxury. Old age grow green, and wear a second spring; Or is it pride ? Pursue some nobler aim, Or the tall ash, long ravish'd from the soil, Dismiss your parasites who praise for hire ; Thro' wither'd veins imbibe the vernal dew. And earn the fair esteem of honest men, (yours, When hunger calls, obey; not often wait Whose praise is fame. Form'd of such clay as Till hunger sharpen to corrosive pain : The sick, the needy, shiver at your gates. For the keen appetite will feast beyond Even modest want may bless your hand unseen, Wbat nature well can bear: and one extreme Tho' hush'd in patient wretchedness at home. Ne'er without danger meets its own reverse. Is there no virgin, grac'd with ev'ry charm Too greedily th' exhausted veins absorb But that which binds the mercenary vow? The recent chyle, and load enfeebled powers No youth of genjas, whose neglected bloom Oft to th' extinction of the vital flame. Unfosterd sickens in the barren shade ? To the pale cities, by the firm-set siege No worthy man by fortune's random blows, And famine humbled, may this verse be borne; Or by a heart too generous and huinane, And hear, ye hardiest sons that Albion breeds, Constrain'd to leave his happy natal seat, Long toss'd and famish') on the wintry main; And sigh for wants more bitter thau his own? The war shook off, or bospitable shore There are, while human miseries abound, Attain'd, with temperance bear the shock of joy ; A thousand ways to waste superfluous wealth, Nor crown with festive rites th'auspicious day: Without one fool or Aatterer at your board, Such seasts might prove more fatal than the Without one hour of sickness or disgust.

waves, But other ills th' ambiguous feast pursue, Than war or famine. While the vital fire Besides provoking the lascivious taste.

Burns feebly, heap not the green fuel on; Such various foods, tho' harmless each alone, But prudently foment the wandering spark Each other violate ; and oft we see

With what the soonest feeds its kindest touch What strife is brew'd, and what pernicious bane, Be frugal ev'n of that: a litile give From combinations of obnoxious things.

At first, that kindled, add a little more; Th' unbounded taste I mean not to confine Till, by deliberate nourishing, the flame To hermit's diet needlessly severe.

Reviv'd, with all its'wonted vigour glows. But would you long the sweets of health enjoy, But tho’the two (the full and the jejune) Or husband pleasure; at one impious meal Extremes have each their vice; it much avails Exhaust not half the bounties of the year,

Ever with gentle tide to ebb and how Of overy realm. It matters not meanwhile From this to that: so nature learns to bear

Whatever chance or headlong appetite

Adust and dry, no sneet repast affords, May bring. Besides, a meayre day subdues Nor does the tepid main such kinds produce, The cruder clods by sloth or luxury

So perfect, so delicious, as the shoals Collected, and unloads the wheels of life. Oficy Zeinbla. Rashly where the blood Suinetimes a coy aversion to the feast

Brews feverish frays; where scarce the tubes Comes on, while yet no blacker omen lours;

sustain Then is the time to shun the tempting board, Its tumid fervour, and tempestuous course; Were it your natal or rour nuptial day.

Kind Nature tempts not to such gifts as these. Perhaps a fast su seasonable starves

But here in livid ripeness melts the grape : 'l belatent seeds of woe, which ruoted once Here, finish'd by invigoratiog suns, Might cost you labour. But the day return'd Thro' the green shade the golden orange glows : Ot testal luxury, the wise indulge

Spontaneous here the turgid melon yields
Most in the tender vegetable breed :

A generous pulp: the cocoa swells on high
Then chiefly when the summer beams inname With milky riches; and in horrid mal
The brazen Heavens, or angry Sirius sheds The crisp ananas wraps its poignant sweets.
A feverish taint thro' the still gulph of air. Earth's vaunted prugeny : in ruder air
The moist cool viands then, and fuwing cup Too coy to fourish, even too proud to live;
From the fresh dairy-virgin's liberal hand, Or hardly rajs'd by artificial fire
Will save your head from harın, tho'round the To vapid life. Here with a mother's smile

Glad Amalthea pours her copious horn.
The dreaded causos 3 roll his wasteful fires. Here buxoun Ceres reigns : the autunnal sea
Pale humid Winter loves the generous board, In boundless billows suctuales o'er their plains.
The meal more copious, and the warmer fare; What suits the climaie best, what suits the men,
And longs with old wood and old wine to cheer Nature profuses most, and most the taste
His quaking beart. The seasons which divide Demands. The fountain, edg'd with racy wine
Thị empires of heat and cold; by neither Or acid fruit, bedews their thirsty souls.

The breeze eternal breathing round their limbs Influenc'd hy both ; a middle regimen

Supports in else intolerable air:
Impose. Thro' Autuinu's languishing domain While the cool palm, the plantain, and the grove
Descending, Nature by degrees invites

That waves on gloomy Lebanon, assuage
To glowing luxury. But from the depth The torrid Hell that beams upon their heads.
Of Winter when th' invigorated year

X Now come ye Naiads, to the fountains lead;
Emerges; when Favonius, Mush'd with love, Now let me wander thro' your gelid reign.
Toyful and young, in every breeze descends I burn to view th' enthusiastic wilds
More warm and wanton on bis kindling bride ; By mortal else untrod. I bear the din
Then, shepberds, then begin to spare your of waters thund'ring o'er the ruin'd cliffs.

With holy reverence I approach the rocks (song. And learn, with wise humanity, to cheek

Whence glide the streams renown'd in ancient The lust of blood. Now pregnant earth commits Here from the desert down the rumbling steep A various off-pring to the indulgent sky:

First springs the Nile; here bursts the sounding Now bounteous Nature feeds with lavish havd

lo angry waves ; Euphrates hence devolves (Po The prope creation; yields what once suitic'd A mighty food to water half the East; Their dainty sovereign, wheu the world was And tbere in Gothic solitude reclin'd, young;

The cheerless Tanais pours his hoary arn. Lre ver the barbarous thirst of blood had seiz'd

What solemn twilight! what stupendous shades 'The human breast.- Each roliing month matures Enwrap these infant foods! thru every nerve The food that suits it most ; so does each clime. A sacred horrour thrills, a pleasing fear

Tar in the horrid realms of Winter, where Glides o'er my frame. The forest drepeus round; 'Th' establish'd occan heaps a inonstrous waste And more gigantic still th' impendiug trees If sbiving rocks and mountains to the pule, Stretch their extravagant armsathwart the gloom. There lives a hardy race, whose plainest wants Are these the confines of some fairy world? Relentless Earth, their cruel step-mother, A land of genii? Say, beyond these wilds Regarıls pot. On the waste of iron fields, What unknown nations? If indeed beyond Untam'ı!, intractable, no harvests wave:

Augbt habitable lies. And whither leads, l'omona hates them, and the clownish god To what strange regions, or of bliss or pain, Whio tends the garden. In this frozen world That subterraneous way! Propitions maids, Such cooling gifts were rain : a fitter meal

Conduct me,

while with fearful steps I tread Is earn'd with ease; for here the fruitful spawn This trembling ground. The task remains to sing Of ucean swarms, and heaps their genial board Your gifts (so Pxon, so the powers of health With generous fare and luxury profuse.

Command) to praise your chrystal element : These are their bread, the only bread they know: The chief ingredient in Heaven's various works: These, and their willing slave the deer that crops Whose flexile genius sparkles in the gem, The shrubby herbage, on tbeir meagre hills. Grows firm in oak, and fugitive in wine ; Girt by the burning zone, not thus the South The vehicle, the source, of nutriment Her swarthy sons in either ind maintains : And life, to all that vegetate or live. Or thirsty Libya; from whose fervid loins

O comfortable streams ? with eager lips The lion bursts, and every fiend that roams And trembling hand the languid thirsty quaff T'l' affrighted 'wilderness. The mountain herd, New life in you; fresh rigour fills their veins.

No warmer cups the rural ages kner; 3 The burning fever.


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