SECTION XVIII.-The Cuckoo. 1. HAIL, beauteous stranger of the wood, Attendant on the spring! Now heav'n repairs thy rural seat, 3. Delightful visitant! with thee When heav'n is fill'd with music sweet 4. The school-boy, wand'ring in the wood To pull the flow'rs so gay, Starts, thy carious voice to hear, 5. Soon as the pea puts on the bloom An annual guest, in other lands, 6. Sweet bird! thy bow'r is ever green, Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, 7. O could I fly, I'd fly with thee; SECTION XIX. Day. A pastoral in three parts. MORNING. 1. In the barn the tenant cock, Close to Partlet perch'd on high, Briskly crows (the shepherd's clock !) Jocund that the morning's nigh. 2. Swiftly, from the mountain's brow, Shadows, nurs'd by night, retire'; And the peeping sun-beam, now, Paints with gold the village spire. 3. Philomel forsakes the thorn, Plaintive where she prates åt night, And the lark to meet the morn, Soars beyond the shepherd's sight. 4. From the low-roof'd cottage ridge, See the chatt'ring swallow spring, Darting through the one-arch'd bridge Quick she dips her dappled wing. 5. Now the pine-tree's waving top, Gently greets the morning gale, Kidlings, now, begin to crop Daisies, on the dewy dale. 6. From the balmy sweets, uncloy'd, 7. Trickling through the crevic'd rock, 8. Colin's for the promis'd corn, (Ere the harvest hopes are ripe,) Anxious; whilst the huntsman's horn, Boldly sounding, drowns his pipe. 9. Sweet-O sweet, the warbling throng, On the white emblossom'd spray! Nature's universal song, Echoes to the rising day. NOON. 10. FERVID on the glitt'ring flood, Now the noontide radiance glows": Drooping o'er its infant bud, Not a dew-drop's left the rose. 11. By the brook the shepherd dines, From the fierce meridian heat, Shelter'd by the branching pines, 12. Now the flock forsakes the glade, Where, uncheck'd, the sun-beams fall, Sure to find a pleasing shade By the ivy'd abbey wall. 13. Echo, in her airy round, O'er the river, rock, and hill, 15. But from mountain, dell, or stream, 18. Now the hill-the hedge -are green EVENING. 19. O'ER the heath the heifer strays 23. As the lark, with vary'd tune, From the barn or twisted brake; 26. Tripping through the silken grass, Bid the setting sun adieu.-CUNNINGHAM. The Order of Nature. 1. SEE, through this air, this ocean, and this earth, Where, one step broken, the great scale's destroy'l From nature's chain whatever link you strike, Tenth or ten thousandth, breaks the chain alike. 2. And, if each system in gradation roll, Alike essential to the amazing whole, All this dread ORDER break-for whom? for thee? Vile worm! Oh madness! pride! impiety! 3. What if the foot ordain'd the dust to tread, Or hand, to toil, aspir'd to be the head? What if the head, the eye, or ear repin'd To serve mere engines to the ruling mind? Just as absurd for any part to claim To be another, in this gen'ral frame: Just as absurd, to mourn the tasks or pains, The great directing MIND OF ALL ordains. 4. All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body nature is, and God the soul: That, chang'd through all, and yet in all the same, Great in the earth, as in th' ethereal frame; Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees; Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent; Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns: To him no high, no low, no great, no small He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all. 5. Cease then, nor ORDER imperfection name: Our proper bliss depends on what we blame. Know thy own point: this kind, this due degree Of blindness, weakness, Heav'n bestows on thee Submit.-In this, or any other sphere, Secure to be as blest as thou canst bear: Safe in the hand of one disposing Pow'r, Or in the natal, or the mortal hour. All nature is but art, unknown to thee; All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good; And, spite of Pride, in erring Reason's spite, One truth is clear-WHATEVER IS, IS RIGHT-POPE." SECTION XXI. Confidence in Divine Protection. 1. How are thy servants blest, O Lord! 2. In foreign realms, and lands remote, |