Of sweetbriar hedges I pursue my walk;
Or taste the smell of daisy; or ascend
Some eminence, Augusta, in thy plains,
And see the country far diffused around,
One boundless blush of white empurpled shower
Of mingled blossoms, where the raptured eye
Hurries from joy to joy, and hid beneath
The fair profusion, yellow Autumn spies.
The farmer is busied in sowing early sorts of grain and seeds for fodder, for which purpose dry weather is most suitable, though plentiful showers, at due intervals, are desirable for feeding the young grass and springing seeds:
“The work is done, no more to man is given,