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Ode,
ODE ,
WIUTTEJI IN AUTCMit . « - YET once more , glorious God of day > While beams thine orb serene , O , let me , warbling ; court thy stay } To ild the fading scene !
g Thy rays invigorate the Spring , Bright Summer to perfection bring , The cold , inclement days of Winter cheer . And make th' Autumnal months the mildest of the year . Ere yet the russet foliage fall > I'll climb the mountain ' s brow
; My friend , my Hayman , at thy call , To view the scene below . How sweetly pleasing to behold Forests of vegetable gold ! . How mix'd the many-chequer'd shades between The tawny mellw . oing hiiej and the gay vivid green 1
How splendid all the sk y ! how still ! How mild the dying galcf - How soft the whispers of . the riiJi That winds along the dale ! - So tranquil Nature's works appear ,, . , . It seems the Sabbath of the y ; ear ; . As if , the Summer ' s Labour past , she chose . . '
This season ' s sober calm for'blandishing repose . - 1 Such is , of well-spent life , the time , When busy , days are past , ' Manj verging gradual -from his prime ,, Meets sacred peace at last : His flowery Spring qf . pleasures o ' er , And Summer ' s full-blown pride no more ; He gains pacific Autumn , . meek and bland , And , dauntless , braves the stroke of Winter's paliy'c . ha ' ndi
For yet a while , -a little while , irivolv'd in wintry gloom . And , lo ! another . Spring shall smile , A Spring eternal bloom ; Then shall he shine , a glorious g . uest , In the bright mansions of the blest , Where due rewards on-Virtue are bestow'd ,
And reap the golden fruits of what . his Autumn sbw'd , * . F . v ' or ., vi , 3 K
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Ode,
ODE ,
WIUTTEJI IN AUTCMit . « - YET once more , glorious God of day > While beams thine orb serene , O , let me , warbling ; court thy stay } To ild the fading scene !
g Thy rays invigorate the Spring , Bright Summer to perfection bring , The cold , inclement days of Winter cheer . And make th' Autumnal months the mildest of the year . Ere yet the russet foliage fall > I'll climb the mountain ' s brow
; My friend , my Hayman , at thy call , To view the scene below . How sweetly pleasing to behold Forests of vegetable gold ! . How mix'd the many-chequer'd shades between The tawny mellw . oing hiiej and the gay vivid green 1
How splendid all the sk y ! how still ! How mild the dying galcf - How soft the whispers of . the riiJi That winds along the dale ! - So tranquil Nature's works appear ,, . , . It seems the Sabbath of the y ; ear ; . As if , the Summer ' s Labour past , she chose . . '
This season ' s sober calm for'blandishing repose . - 1 Such is , of well-spent life , the time , When busy , days are past , ' Manj verging gradual -from his prime ,, Meets sacred peace at last : His flowery Spring qf . pleasures o ' er , And Summer ' s full-blown pride no more ; He gains pacific Autumn , . meek and bland , And , dauntless , braves the stroke of Winter's paliy'c . ha ' ndi
For yet a while , -a little while , irivolv'd in wintry gloom . And , lo ! another . Spring shall smile , A Spring eternal bloom ; Then shall he shine , a glorious g . uest , In the bright mansions of the blest , Where due rewards on-Virtue are bestow'd ,
And reap the golden fruits of what . his Autumn sbw'd , * . F . v ' or ., vi , 3 K