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POEMS AND FRAGMENTS.
ON THE PLEASURE ARISING FROM
Left unfinished by Mr. Gray. With additions by Mr. Mason,
distinguished by inverted commas.
Now the golden morn aloft
Waves her dew-bespangled wing,
She woos the tardy spring:
New-born flocks, in rustic dance,
Frisking ply their feeble feet; Forgetful of their wintry trance,
The birds his presence greet:
But chief, the sky-lark warbles high
Rise, my soul! on wings of fire,
Rise the rapturous choir among; Hark! 'tis nature strikes the lyre,
And leads the general song: “ Warm let the lyric transport flow, “ Warm as the ray that bids it glow;
And animates the vernal grove “ With health, with harmony, and love."
Yesterday the sullen year
Saw the snowy whirlwind fly;
The herd stood drooping by:
Smiles on past misfortune's brow
Soft reflection's hand can trace;
A melancholy grace;
Still, where rosy pleasure leads,
See a kindred grief pursue ;
Approaching comfort view:
See the wretch, that long has toss'd
On the thorny bed of pain,
And breathe and walk again:
the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
The common sun,
Humble quiet builds her cell,
eyes the clear crystalline well, And tastes it as it goes. * While' far below the madding' crowd * Rush headlong to the dangerous flood,' Where broad and turbulent it sweeps, And’ perish in the boundless deeps.
Mark where indolence, and pride,
“Soothed by flattery's tinkling sound, Go, softly rolling, side by side,
Their dull but daily round:
* To these, if Hebe's self should bring
• Mark ambition's march sublime
Up to power's meridian height;
And sickens at the sight.
Happier he, the peasant, far,
From the pangs of passion free,
Of rugged penury.
• He, unconscious whence the bliss,
Feels, and owns in carols rude,
Of dear Vicissitude.