Juvenilia or, A collection of poems. Written between the ages of twelve and seventeen, by J. H. L. Hunt ... Fourth Edition |
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SUMMER.
Bright Summer beams along the sky,
And paints the glowing year;
Where'er we turn the raptur'd eye,
Her splendid tints appear!
And paints the glowing year;
Where'er we turn the raptur'd eye,
Her splendid tints appear!
Then when so fit to lift the song
To gratitude and Heav'n,
To whom her purple charms belong,
From whom those charms are giv'n?
To gratitude and Heav'n,
To whom her purple charms belong,
From whom those charms are giv'n?
Thee, thee, Almighty King of kings,
Man worships not alone;
Each budding flow'r its incense brings,
And wafts it to thy throne.
Man worships not alone;
Each budding flow'r its incense brings,
And wafts it to thy throne.
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The fields with verdant mantle gay,
The grove's sequester'd walks,
All, all around, thy praise display,
And dumb Creation talks.
The grove's sequester'd walks,
All, all around, thy praise display,
And dumb Creation talks.
When Morn, with rosy fingers fair,
Her golden journey takes;
When fresh'ning Zephyrs fan the air,
And Animation wakes;
Her golden journey takes;
When fresh'ning Zephyrs fan the air,
And Animation wakes;
Man starts from emblematic death,
And bends the grateful knee
To welcome with transported breath
New light, and life, and Thee!
And bends the grateful knee
To welcome with transported breath
New light, and life, and Thee!
When Noon averts his radiant face,
And shuts his piercing eye;
And Eve, with modest measur'd pace,
Steps up the western sky,
And shuts his piercing eye;
And Eve, with modest measur'd pace,
Steps up the western sky,
Repos'd beneath thy guardian wings
The pious mortal rests;
Nor knows one watchful care that springs
Within unholy breasts.
The pious mortal rests;
Nor knows one watchful care that springs
Within unholy breasts.
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What then, if pealing thunders roll,
If lightnings flash afar!
Undaunted hears his sainted soul
The elemental war.
If lightnings flash afar!
Undaunted hears his sainted soul
The elemental war.
'Tis but to him a parent's voice,
That blesses while it blames;
That bids unburden'd air rejoice,
And life and health proclaims.
That blesses while it blames;
That bids unburden'd air rejoice,
And life and health proclaims.
Night's deepest gloom is but a calm,
That soothes the wearied mind;
The labour'd day's restoring balm,
The comfort of mankind.
That soothes the wearied mind;
The labour'd day's restoring balm,
The comfort of mankind.
O thus may Heav'n and holy Peace
Smooth soft the rocks of age;
Till Thou shalt bid Existence cease,
And tear its blotted page:
Smooth soft the rocks of age;
Till Thou shalt bid Existence cease,
And tear its blotted page:
Till storms no more or tempests rage,
And Death's dark vale I see;
That vale, which through the shadowy grave,
Bnt leads to Heav'n and Thee!
And Death's dark vale I see;
That vale, which through the shadowy grave,
Bnt leads to Heav'n and Thee!
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