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than submit to bondage."--_Southey's Travels in Spain and Portugal._ SKETCH FROM BOWDEN HILL AFTER SICKNESS. How cheering are thy prospects, airy hill, To him who, pale and languid, on thy brow Pauses, respiring, and bids hail again The upland breeze, the comfortable sun, And all the landscape's hues! Upon the point Of the descending steep I stand. How rich, How mantling in the gay and gorgeous tints Of summer! far beneath me, sweeping on, From field to field, from vale to cultured vale, The prospect spreads its crowded beauties wide! Long lines of sunshine, and of shadow, streak The farthest distance; where the passing light Alternate falls, 'mid undistinguished trees, White dots of gleamy domes, and peeping towers, As from the painter's instant touch, appear. As thus the eye ranges from hill to hill, Here white with passing sunshine, there with trees Innumerable shaded, clustering more, As the long vale retires, the ample scene, Warm with new grace and beauty, seems to live. Lives! all is animation! beauty! hope! Snatched from the dark and dreamless grave, so late, Shall I pass silent, now first issuing forth, To feel again thy fragrance, to respire Thy breath, to hail thy look, thy living look, O Nature! Let me the deep joy contrast, Which now the inmost heart like music fills, With the sick chamber's sorrows, oft from morn, Silent, till lingering eve, save when the sound Of whispers steal, and bodings breathed more low, As friends approach the pillow: so awaked From deadly trance, the sick man lifts his eyes, Then in despondence closes them on all, All earth's fond wishes! Oh, how changed are now His thoughts! he sees rich nature glowing round, He feels her influence! languid with delight, And whilst his eye is filled with transient fire, He almost thinks he hears her gently say, Live, live! O Nature, thee, in the soft winds, Thee, in the soothing sound of summer leaves, When the still earth lies sultry; thee, methinks, Ev'n now I hear bid welcome to thy vales And woods again! And I will welcome them, And pour, as erst, the song of heartfelt praise. From yonder line, where fade the farthest hills Which bound the blue lap of the swelling vale
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