From giant Oaks, that wave their branches dark,To the dwarf Moss, that clings upon their bark,What Beaux and Beauties crowd the gaudy groves,And woo and win their vegetable Loves.How Snowdrops cold, and blue-eyed Harebels blendTheir tender tears, as o’er the stream they bend;The lovesick Violet, and the Primrose paleBow their sweet heads, and whisper to the gale;With secret sighs the Virgin Lily droops,And jealous Cowslips hang their tawny cups.How the young Rose in beauty’s damask prideDrinks the warm blushes of his bashful bride;With honey’d lips enamour’d Woodbines meet,Clasp with fond arms, and mix their kisses sweet.—  Stay thy soft-murmuring waters, gentle Rill;Hush, whispering Winds, ye ruflling Leaves, be still;Rest, silver Butterflies, your quivering wings;Alight, ye Beetles, from your airy rings;Ye painted Moths, your gold-eyed plumage furl,Bow your wide horns, your spiral trunks uncurl;Glitter, ye Glow-worms, on your mossy beds;Descend, ye Spiders, on your lengthen’d threads;Slide here, ye horned Snails, with varnish’d shells;Ye Bee-nymphs, listen in your waxen cells!—  Bᴏᴛᴀɴɪᴄ Mᴜsᴇ! who in this latter ageLed by your airy hand the Swedish sage,Bad his keen eye your secret haunts exploreOn dewy dell, high wood, and winding shore;Say on each leaf how tiny Graces dwell;How laugh the Pleasures in a blossom’s bell;How insect Loves arise on cobweb wings,Aim their light shafts, and point their little stings.

Roll on, ʏᴇ Sᴛᴀʀs! exult in youthful prime,Mark with bright curves the printless steps of Time;Near and more near your beamy cars approach,And lessening orbs on lessening orbs encroach;—Flowers of the sky! ye too to age must yield,Frail as your silken sisters of the field!Star after star from Heaven's high arch shall rush,Suns sink on suns, and systems systems crush,Headlong, extinct, to one dark centre fall,And Death and Night and Chaos mingle all!—Till o'er the wreck, emerging from the storm,Immortal Nᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ lifts her changeful form,Mounts from her funeral pyre on wings of flame,And soars and shines, another and the same.

Soon shall thy arm, Uɴᴄᴏɴǫᴜᴇʀ'ᴅ Sᴛᴇᴀᴍ! afarDrag the slow barge, or drive the rapid car;Or on wide-waving wings expanded bearThe flying-chariot through the fields of air.—Fair crews triumphant, leaning from above,Shall wave their fluttering kerchiefs as they move;Or warrior-bands alarm the gaping crowd,And armies shrink beneath the shadowy cloud.

Where Sydney Cove her lucid bosom swells,Courts her young navies, and the storm repels;High on a rock amid the troubled airHᴏᴘᴇ stood sublime, and waved her golden hair;Calmed with her rosy smile the tossing deep,And with sweet accents charmed the winds to sleep;To each wild plain she stretched her snowy hand,High-waving wood, and sea-encircled strand.  ‘Hear me,’ she cried, ‘ye rising realms! recordTime’s opening scenes, and Truth’s unerring word.There shall broad streets their stately walls extend,The circus widen, and the crescent bend;There, rayed from cities o’er the cultured land,Shall bright canals, and solid roads expand.There the proud arch, colossus-like, bestrideYon glittering streams, and bound the chasing tide;Embellished villas crown the landscape-scene,Farms wave with gold, and orchards blush between.There shall tall spires, and dome-capped towers ascend,And piers and quays their massy structures blend;While with each breeze approaching vessels glide,And northern treasures dance on every tide!’  Then ceased the nymph—tumultuous echoes roar,And Joy’s loud voice was heard from shore to shore—Her graceful steps descending pressed the plain,And Peace, and Art, and Labour, joined her train.

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