Volume 3 — SONNET XXXVII. OCTOBER 27TH, 1782.

Thro’ changing months a well-attemper’d mind Welcomes their gentle or terrific pace.— When o’er retreating Autumn’s golden grace Tempestuous Winter spreads in every wind Naked asperity, our musings find Grandeur increasing, as the glooms efface Variety and glow.—Each solemn trace Exalts the thoughts, from sensual joys refin’d. Then blended in our rapt ideas rise The vanish’d charms, that summer-suns reveal, With all of desolation, that now lies Dreary before us;—teach the soul to feel Awe in the present, pleasure in the past, And to see vernal morns in Hope’s perspective cast.