O DE For the WINTER SOLSTICE,, N DEC. 11, 1740 *. I. OW to the utmost fouthern goal" II. But lo! on this deserted coaft, Lo! arm'd with whirlwind, hail, and froft, The fields refign their cheerful bloom; No more the breezes breathe perfume; No *This ode was afterwards entirely altered'; as may be feen in this volume, p. 191.---The reader will not be displeased to see it as it was originally written. N. No more the warbling waters roll: III.. But let my drooping genius rife, And hail the fun's remotest ray : Now, now he climbs the northern fkies, To-morrow nearer than to-day. Then, louder howl the stormy waste, Be fand and ocean worfe defac'd, Yet brighter hours are on the wing, And fancy, through the wintery gloom,. Radiant with dews and flowers in bloom,, Already hails the emerging Spring. IV. O fountain of the golden day,. Could mortal vows but urge thy speed, How foon, before the vernal ray, Should each unkindly damp recede ! How foon each tempeft hovering fly, That now, fermenting, loads the sky, Prompt on our heads to burst amain, To rend the foreft from the steep, And, thundering o'er the Baltic deep, To 'whelm the merchant's hopes of gain! V. But let not man's imperfect views, Prefume to tax wife Nature's laws : 'Tis his with filent joy to use The indulgence of the fovereign cause ; VI. Ev'n now how sweet the wintery night CON |