So first the Mountain Tops are touch'd with Light,
And from the gloomy Vales the Swain invite;
While Mists below, and intervening Clouds
Cast a deep Dusk on all the frowning Woods.
The shaded Meadows view, with Envy, round
The distant Splendour of the rising Ground;
But soon the spreading Rays expanded move,
And streaming like a Deluge from above,
Sweep o'er the gladsome Field, and dart through ev'ry Grove.