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HE hinds how blest, who ne'er beguiled
to quit their hamlet's hawthorn wild, nor haunt the crowd, nor tempt the main for splendid care and guilty gain! When morning's twilight-tinctur'd beam strikes their low thatch with slanting gleam, they rove abroad in ether blue, to dip the scythe in fragrant dew; the sheaf to bind, the beech to fell, that nodding shades a craggy dell.
'Midst gloomy glades, in warbles clear, wild nature's sweetest notes they hear: on green untrodden banks they view the hyacinth's neglected hue: in their lone haunts, and woodland rounds, they spy the squirrel's airy bounds; and startle from her ashen spray, across the glen, the screaming jay: each native charm their steps explore of Solitude's sequestered store.
348 For them the moon with cloudless ray
mounts to illume their homeward way;
Their humble porch with honied flowers, the curling woodbine's shade imbowers: from the small garden's thymy mound their bees in busy swarm resound: nor fell Disease, before his time, hastes to consume life's golden prime:
but when their temples long have wore
URE thou didst flourish once! and many Springs,
many bright mornings, much dew, many showers past o'er thy head; many light hearts and wings,
which now are dead, lodg'd in thy living bowers. And still a new succession sings and flies;
fresh groves grow up and their green branches shoot towards the old and still enduring skies;
while the low violet thrives at their root.
But thou beneath the sad and heavy line
of death dost waste all senseless, cold and dark; where not so much as dreams of light may shine,
nor any thought of greenness, leaf or bark. And yet, as if some deep hate and dissent,
bred in thy growth betwixt high winds and thee, were still alive, thou dost great storms resent,
before they come, and know'st how near they be. Else all at rest thou lyest, and the fierce breath
of tempests can no more disturb thy ease;
BLESSED ARE THEY THAT MOURN
whose lives a peaceful tenor keep;
There is a day of sunny rest
W. C. BRYANT
that seem'd for pure devotion made
(Urania lay to aid my song)
while heav'nly themes the Muse inspire ;
but striving more my notes to raise,
and to my subject suit my lays, a string o'erstrain'd, in pieces few,
and sudden from its place withdrew. Under my hand the chord I found,
but lost alas! the sprightly sound.
we view the lifeless earthly part,
VITA EST BENEFACTIS EXTENDENDA
THE snow, that crowns each mountain's brow,
and whitens every spray,
will quickly melt away;
soon as the sun's reviving ray
shall warm the northern gale;
to wanton in the vale.
shall shed the fatal shower;
will melt from thence no more.
and winter's cheerless gloom;
and spring breathes new perfume.
till death's last hour arrives:
the bloom of life revives.
age once shall snatch away:
and double life's short day.
deserv'd a patriot's sigh;
but Fame can never die.
Twould less vex distressed man
I Tir wpulu hes in the same space, gan
to ruin him, as he did rise;
leave an unmanly, weak complaint
THE EXODUS OF THE ISRAELITES
W Hed by the A\mighty's hand
THEN Israel was from bondage led,
from out a foreign land,
the sacred army went,
and their own rocks did represent,
start back with sudden fright;
the spring amazed at sight,
when they ght dreadful spy,
the mighty sea and river by
PANEGYRIC ON THE HIGH PRIEST SIMON,
SON OF ONIAS
HW was one honoured in the midst of the people
his He was as the morning star in the midst of the cloud, and as the moon at the full; as the sun shining upon the temple of the most High, and as the rainbow giving light in the bright clouds: and as the flower of roses in the spring of the year, as lilies by the rivers of waters,