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September *.
Where Ev ' ning ' s brown shadows-extend To my cottage still crested with green , Without invitation , my friend , AVill Celadon honour the scene : Of Phcebus we'll catch the last gleam , While friendship our numbers shall fill Respond to the lapse of the stream That steals from the fool of the hill .
Or when with her crimson the Morn Dispels the delusions of ni ght , The landscapes appear as new born , Present early throngs to the sight , The peasants arouz'd to their toil , And nymphs o ' er the eminence gain , ' And Canlium , with many a smile ,
Of Ceres invites the rude train . O then we'll in early career The industrious vulgar survey , To Mirth and to Jocus give-ear , For Jocus and Mirth lead the day . The Plant , * interdicted no more , With floscles of silver behold ,
While Planters , enrich'd by their store , ' Convert them to ingots of gold . What need that the Muse shou'd essay , Or hint to the liberal breast , That he , who is happy to-day , With pity should eye the distress'd ? Want Planters the precept to learn , When Providence , pleas'd to bestow , Solicits their grateful return , To fed for the Children of Woe ?
And shall the remonstrance of Need , ( The abject and wretched unseen ) To plenty , unpitied , proceed , Return with disconsolate mien ? Forbid it , ye Virtues ! whose tears Distill at the plaints of Distress , Whose sympathy Sorrow uprears , Whose arms are extended to bless .
But where , ye Pierian Nine , Are your measures of harmony pour'd ? Inhumaniz'd cadence divine , For whom is your melody stor'd ? The bells , o ' er the mist-crested ground , Delightfully usher a peal , That Hymen has sanction'd the sound
, My heart is ihe Muse thai must feel . This day to her Celadon's breast The peerless Penelope gives ; September , be ever confess'd , What honour thy empire receives !
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
September *.
Where Ev ' ning ' s brown shadows-extend To my cottage still crested with green , Without invitation , my friend , AVill Celadon honour the scene : Of Phcebus we'll catch the last gleam , While friendship our numbers shall fill Respond to the lapse of the stream That steals from the fool of the hill .
Or when with her crimson the Morn Dispels the delusions of ni ght , The landscapes appear as new born , Present early throngs to the sight , The peasants arouz'd to their toil , And nymphs o ' er the eminence gain , ' And Canlium , with many a smile ,
Of Ceres invites the rude train . O then we'll in early career The industrious vulgar survey , To Mirth and to Jocus give-ear , For Jocus and Mirth lead the day . The Plant , * interdicted no more , With floscles of silver behold ,
While Planters , enrich'd by their store , ' Convert them to ingots of gold . What need that the Muse shou'd essay , Or hint to the liberal breast , That he , who is happy to-day , With pity should eye the distress'd ? Want Planters the precept to learn , When Providence , pleas'd to bestow , Solicits their grateful return , To fed for the Children of Woe ?
And shall the remonstrance of Need , ( The abject and wretched unseen ) To plenty , unpitied , proceed , Return with disconsolate mien ? Forbid it , ye Virtues ! whose tears Distill at the plaints of Distress , Whose sympathy Sorrow uprears , Whose arms are extended to bless .
But where , ye Pierian Nine , Are your measures of harmony pour'd ? Inhumaniz'd cadence divine , For whom is your melody stor'd ? The bells , o ' er the mist-crested ground , Delightfully usher a peal , That Hymen has sanction'd the sound
, My heart is ihe Muse thai must feel . This day to her Celadon's breast The peerless Penelope gives ; September , be ever confess'd , What honour thy empire receives !