To taste her various stores, her best delights,
The Summer's radiance, and the sweets of Spring.
While we are doom'd to bear the restless change
Of varying seasons, vapours dank, and dry, 90 Forbid like you in milder climes to range,
When wintry storms usurp the low'ring sky.
Yet know the period to your joys assign'd,
Know ruin hovers o'er this earthly ball,
As lofty tow'rs stoop prostrate to the wind, 95 Its secret props of adamant shall fall.
But when yon' radiant sun shall shine no more,
The spirit, freed from sin's tyrannic sway,
On lighter pinions borne than yours, shall soar
To fairer realms beneath a brighter ray. 100
To plains ethereal, and celestial bow'rs,
Where wintry storms no rude access obtain,
Where blasts no lightning, and no tempest low'rs,
But ever-smiling Spring, and Pleasure reign.
____________________Solitude. An Ode1
O SOLITUDE, romantic maid,
Whether by nodding towers you tread,
Or haunt the desart's trackless gloom,
Or hover o'er the yawning tomb,
Or climb the Andes' clifted side, 5 Or by the Nile's coy source abide,
Or starting from your half-year's sleep
From Hecla view the thawing deep,
Or Tadmor's marble wastes survey,
Or in yon roofless cloyster stray; 10 You, Recluse, again I woo,
And again your steps pursue.