| Further in Summer than the Birds | |
| Pathetic from the Grass | |
| A minor Nation celebrates | |
| Its unobtrusive Mass. | |
| No Ordinance be seen | 5 |
| So gradual the Grace | |
| A pensive Custom it becomes | |
| Enlarging Loneliness. | |
| Antiquest felt at Noon | |
| When August burning low | 10 |
| Arise this spectral Canticle | |
| Repose to typify | |
| Remit as yet no Grace | |
| No Furrow on the Glow | |
| Yet a Druidic Difference | 15 |
| Enhances Nature now |