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All that purple Autumn’s Wing?
Vale, and Hill with tow’ring Head,
Tufted Lawn, and even Mead,
Fields with Infant Corn that teem,
Peaceful, thought-inviting Stream,
Trees that smile, for Ages gay,
Flow’rs the Glory of a Day;
Untaught Minstrels, whose soft Song
Ever floats the Shades among:
In these luxuriant Climes, if e’er,
Vain the Labour will appear;
Spare the Rest—for Celia’s here!
Mr. Randolph 71
[p.] 60 On His Own Picture 72
When Age hath made me what I am not Now,
And every Wrinkle tells me where the Plow
Of Time hath furrowed; When an Ice shall flow
Through every Vein, and all my head be Snow;
When Death displays his Coldness in my Cheek,
And I, myself in my own Picture seek,
Not finding what I am, but what I was,
In doubt which to believe, This, or my Glass:
71 nd Thomas Randolph (1605–35), Poems, 2 ed., enlarged (Oxford: Francis Bowman, 1640). Page numbers
cited by Wesley do not fit the first edition.
72Randolph, “Upon His Picture,” Poems, 60–61. Wesley published in Arminian Magazine 1 (1778):
143–44.
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