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Bricks line the sides, but shiver'd long ago,
Not yet the hawthorn bore her berries red,
The sun, accomplishing his early march, His lamp now planted on heav'n's topmost arch, When, exercise and air my only aim, And heedless whither, to that field I came, Ere yet with ruthless joy the happy hound Told hill and dale that Reynard's track was found,
Or with the high-raisd horn's melodious clang
Sheep graz’d the field; fome with soft bosom press’d
But when the huntsman, with distended cheek;:-. 'Gan make his instrument of music speak, : ' . And from within the wood that crash was heard, Though not a hound from whom it burst appear'd, The sheep recumbent, and the sheep that graz’d, All huddling into phalanx, ftood and gaz'd, Admiring, terrified; the novel strain, Then cours'd the field around, and cours'd it round They gather'd close around the old pit's brink, And thought again--but knew not what to think.
again ; But, recollecting with a sudden thought, That flight in circles urg'd advanc'd them nought,
* Two woods belonging to John Throckmorton, Esq.
The man to folitude accustom'd long, Perceives in ev'ry thing that lives a tongue; Not animals alone, but shrubs and trees, Have speech for him, and understood with ease; After long drought, when rains abundant fall, He hears the herbs and flowers rejoicing all ; Knows what the freshness of their hue implies, How glad they catch the largeness of the skies; But, with precision nicer still, the mind He scans of ev'ry loco-motive kind; Birds of all feather, beasts of ev'ry name, That serve mankind, or shun them, wild or tame; The looks and gestures of their griefs and fears Have, all, articulation in his ears; He spells them true by intuition's light, And needs no gloffary to set him right.
This truth premis’d was needful as a text, To win due credence to what follows next.
Awhile they mus’d; surveying ev'ry face,
Friends! we have liv'd too long. I never heard
Or heard we that tremendous bray alone,
Him answer'd then his loving mate and true, But more discreet than he, a Cambrian ewe,
How? leap into the pit our life to save ?" To save our life leap all into the grave ? For can we find it less? Contemplate first The depth how awful! falling there, we burst ; Or should the brambles, interpos’d, our fall In part abate, that happiness were small;