WINTER.

—— The fairer forms That cultivation glories in, are His, He sets the bright procession on its way, And marshalls all the order of the Year; He marks the bounds that Winter may not pass, And blunts his pointed fury: in its case Russet and rude folds up the tender germ Uninjured, with inimitable art, And ere one flowery season fades and dies, Designs the blooming wonders of the next. Cowper.