AUTUMN. And not an opening blossom breathes in vain. Hemus cool, reads what the Muse, of these, The mighty tempest, and the hoary waste, A friend, a book, the stealing hours secure, Or truth, divinely breaking on his mind, The touch of kindred too and love he feels For happiness and true philosophy Are of the social still, and smiling kind. This is the life which those who fret in guilt, When Angels dwelt, and God himself, with Man. Enrich me with the knowledge of thy works! A search, the flight of time can ne'er exhaust. In sluggish streams about my heart, forbid 12 THE ARGUMENT. The subject proposed. Address to the Earl of Wilmington. First approach of Winter. According to the natural course of the season, various storms described. Rain. Wind. Snow. The driving of the snows: a man perishing among them; whence reflections on the wants and miseries of human life. The wolves descending from the Alps and Appenines. A winter evening described; as spent by philosophers; by the country people; in the city. Frost. A view of Winter within the polar circle. A thaw. The whole concluding with moral reflections on a future state. |