ODE ON AUTUMN. WRITTEN IN THE YEAR MDCCLXI. Joseph Cockfield Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T116245 1137 K093079.004 Pearch, G. A collection of poems in four volumes. By several hands. Vol. IV. [The second edition]. London printed for G. Pearch 1770 pp. 134-135. 4v. ; 8⁰.

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ODE ON AUTUMN . WRITTEN IN THE YEAR MDCCLXI . BY THE SAME . ADIEU the pleasing rural scene , Sequester'd shades and meadows green , The field thick spread with sheaves of corn , The walk at early hour of morn . No linnet's salutary song Soft echoes now the sprays among : No nightingale's more plaintive strain Soothes the lone peasant on the plain . The vales their chearful green resign , And on their stems the flowers decline : No more we wish to pass the hour Where elms and lilacs form a bower . And see the swallows leave their home , To distant , warmer climes they roam ; Where zephyrs cool and grateful showers Still wake the fair autumnal flowers . How fade the glories of the year ! They bloom awhile and disappear , And , melancholy truth , fond man ! Thy life's a flower , thy day's a span . Parent of All ! tremendous Power ! Whom every realm and tongue adore , Whose mandate form'd earth's spacious plain , And the immeasurable main . Prostrate before thy throne we bow , Author of circling seasons Thou ! O hasten happier days , and bring One glorious , One Eternal Spring .