And where he vital breathes there must be joy.
When even at last the folemn hour shall come,
And wing my mystic flight to future worlds,
I cheerful will obey; there with new powers 110

Will rifing wonders sing. I cannot go
Where Universal Love not fmiles around,
Sustaining all yon' orbs, and all their fons,

From feeming evil still educing good,
And better thence again, and better still,

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In infinite progression. But I lose

Myselfin Him, in Light Ineffable;

Come then, expressive Silence! muse His praife.

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CONTENTS.

THE life of the Author,

1

Ode on the Author's death. By Mr. Collins,

Spring,

Summer,

Autumn,

Winter,

A Hymn,

THE SEASONS.

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The POETS of CREAT BELTAIN,
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THOMSON VOLUMEL.
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POETICAL WORKS

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JAMES THOMSON.

WITH HIS LAST

CORRECTIONS AND IMPROVEMENTS.

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WITH THE LIFE OF THE AUTHOR.

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He wants no advocate his cause to plead;
You will yourselves be patrons of the dead.
No party his benevolence confin'd,
No fect-alike it flow'd to all mankind.-
Such was the Man-the Poet well you know:
Oft' has he touch'd your hearts with tender woe:-
For his chafte Muse employ'd her heav'n-taught lyre,
None but the nobleft paffions to inspire:
Not one immoral, one corrupted thought,
One line which, dying, he could wish to blot.-

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