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WHILE not a leaf seems faded, while the fields,
His icy scymetar, a foretaste yields
Of bitter change — and bids the Flowers beware; And whispers to the silent Birds, "Prepare
Against the threatening Foe your trustiest shields." For me, who under kindlier laws belong
To Nature's tuneful quire, this rustling dry
Through the green leaves, and yon crystalline sky, Announce a season potent to renew,
Mid frost and snow, the instinctive joys of song, · And nobler cares than listless summer knew.
THIS, AND THE TWO FOLLOWING, WERE SUGGESTED BY MR. W. WESTALL'S VIEWS OF THE CAVES, &C. IN YORKSHire.
PURE element of waters! wheresoe'er
* Waters (as Mr. Westall informs us in the letter-press prefixed to his admirable views) are invariably found to flow through these caverns.