Poem by John Stagg

Sonnet on Autumn

See where the ruddy nymph and eager swain
Their toils beneath the mid-day sun maintain,
Pleas'd with the prospect of the ripening fields;
That thus a kind reward to labour yields.
How waves the golden harvest with the breeze,
And clustering fruitage loads the bending trees.
In grown perfection see autumnia rise,
And fill with joy th' industrious peasant's eyes;
Such are thy generous gifts all bounteous Heaven!
To helpless man such kind assistance given.
Thus may the genial seeds of virtue sown
In human hearts when to perfection grown,
Produce that harvest of eternal joy,
Which time nor accident shall ne'er distroy.

1. The Panic
2. Tom Pendant
3. A Choice
4. Occasional Reflections
5. The Sapient Ass

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