These as they change, Almighty Father! these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee. - James Thomson

Come, gentle Spring! ethereal mildness, come.

Ah! what avail the largest gifts of Heaven, When drooping health and spirits go amiss?
How tasteless then whatever can be given! Health is the vital principle of bliss,
And exercise, of health.

A pleasing land of drowsyhed it was,
Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye;
And of gay castles in the clouds that pass,
Forever flushing round a summer sky:
There eke the soft delights that witchingly
Instil a wanton sweetness through the breast,
And the calm pleasures always hover'd nigh;
But whate'er smack'd of noyance or unrest
Was far, far off expell'd from this delicious nest.