ALEXANDER HUME

Calm is the deep and purple sea, Yea, smoother than the sand ;

The waves that weltering wont to be Are stable like the land.

So silent is the cessile air

That every cry and call The hills and dales and forest fair

Again repeats them all.

The flourishes and fragrant flowers. Through Phoebus' fostering heat,

Refresht with dew and silver showers Cast up an odour sweet.

The cloggit busy humming bees, That never think to drone,

On flowers and flourishes of trees Collect their liquor brown.

The Sun, most like a speedy post With ardent course ascends ;

The beauty of the heavenly host Up to our zenith tends.

The burnino beams down from his face

So fervently can beat, That man and beast now seek a place

To save them from the heat.

The herds beneath some leafy tree

Amidst the flowers they lie ; The stable ships upon the sea Tend up their sails to dry. cessile] yielding, ceasing. flourishes] blossoms.

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