Meantime unnumbered glittering streamlets played,

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 hovered nigh;

But whate'er smacked of noyance or unrest

sheen;

Thy beauty walks, thy tenderness and

love.

Wide flush the fields; the softening air is balm;

Echo the mountains round; the forest

And

smiles;

Then comes thy glory in the summer every sense, and every heart, is joy.

months,

With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun

Shoots full perfection through the swelling year;

And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks,

And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling

eve,

By brooks and groves, in hollow-whispering gales.

Thy bounty shines in autumn unconfined,

And spreads a common feast for all that

lives.

In winter awful thou! with clouds and

storms

Around thee thrown, tempest o'er tempest rolled,

Majestic darkness! On the whirlwind's wing,

Riding sublime, thou bid'st the world adore,

And humblest nature with thy northern blast.