Thomson and Pollok: containing The seasons, by James Thomson, and The course of time, by Robert Pollok, A. M.

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16 SPRING.
Come with the e downcast eyes, sedate and sweet,
Those looks demure, that deeply pierce the soul,
Where, with the light of thoughtful reason mix'd,
Shines lively fancy and the feeling heart 485
Oh, come! and while the rosy-footed May
Steals blauhing on, together let us tread
Th-e morning dews, and gather in their prime
Fr:-sh-blooming flowers, to grace thy b-aidea hair,
And thy loved bosom that improves their sweets. 490
See, where the winding vale its lavish stores,
Irriguous, spreads. See, how the lily drinks
The latent rill, scarce oozing through the grass,
Of growth luxuriant; or the humid bank,
In fair profusion, decks. Long let us walk, 495
Where the breeze blows from yon extended field
Of blossom'd beans Arabia cannot boast
A fuller gale of joy, than, liberal, thence
Breathes through the sense, and takes the ravish'd soul.
Nor is the mead unworthy of thy foot, 500
Full of fresh vcrdue and unnumber'd flowers,
The negligence of Nature, wide and wild;
Where, undisguised by mimic Art. she spreads
Unbounded beauty to the roving eye.
Here their delicious task the fervent bees, 505
In swarming millions, tend: around, athwart,
Through the soft air, the busy nations fly,
Cling to the bud, and, with inserted tube,
Suck its pure essence, its ethereal soul;
A nd oft, with bolder wing, they soaring dare 510
' he purple heath, or where the wild thyme grows,
And yellow load them with the luscious spoil.
At length the finish'd garden to the view
Its vistas opens, and its allays green.
Snatch'd through the verdant maze, the hurried eye
Distracted wanders; now the bowery walk 516
Of covert close, where scarce a speck of day
FaIls on the lengthen'd gloom, protracted sweeps.
Now meets the bending sky; the river now