EXTRACT FROM THE CONCLUSION OF A POEM, Composed upon leaving School. DEAR native Regions, I foretell And whensoe'er my course shall end, If in that hour a single tie My soul will cast the backward view, Thus, when the Sun, prepared for rest, To illuminate the hollow Vale, II. EXTRACTS FROM A POEM ENTITLED AN EVENING WALK; Published in 1793. BRIGHT'NING the cliffs between, where sombrous pine And yew-trees o'er the silver rocks recline; I love to mark the quarry's moving trains, Dwarf panniered steeds, and men, and numerous wains : How busy the enormous hive within, While Echo dallies with the various din! Some (hardly heard their chisel's clinking sound) Toil, small as pigmies, in the gulf profound; Some, dim between th' aëreal cliffs descry'd, O'erwalk the slender plank from side to side; Now, while the solemn evening Shadows sail And glorying looks around, the silent tides: Proud of the varying arch and moveless form of snow. While tender Cares and mild domestic Loves Or playing wanton with the floating grass. VOL. I. F She, in a mother's care, her beauty's pride She calls them near, and with affection sweet Now with religious awe the farewel light Mid groves of clouds that crest the mountain's brow, The half-seen form of Twilight roams astray; Shedding, through paly loopholes mild and small, |