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SPRING.
Look round, my Love! how chang'd the scene,
So late white o'er with snow;
Now 'ray'd in flow'er enamell'd green,
How rich the medows shew.
So late white o'er with snow;
Now 'ray'd in flow'er enamell'd green,
How rich the medows shew.
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The sun creative pow'r resumes,
And warms the breezy air;
The bursting buds expand their bloom,
While birds their nests prepare.
And warms the breezy air;
The bursting buds expand their bloom,
While birds their nests prepare.
The herds and flocks on herbage feed,
Sweet Spring renews its pride;
The ice bound streams from fetters freed,
Now, tinkling, roll their tide.
Sweet Spring renews its pride;
The ice bound streams from fetters freed,
Now, tinkling, roll their tide.
On leafless boughs no candy'd frost
In icycles appears;
But as in grief, for winter lost,
Dissolving into tears.
In icycles appears;
But as in grief, for winter lost,
Dissolving into tears.
Thus sordid senseless human kind
But mere existence prove;
'Till Beauty's sunshine ope's the mind,
And melts the mass to love.
But mere existence prove;
'Till Beauty's sunshine ope's the mind,
And melts the mass to love.
For spite of Wealth or Power's controul,
Or all the Wise can say,
'Till Woman warms the frozen soul,
We are but clods of clay.
Or all the Wise can say,
'Till Woman warms the frozen soul,
We are but clods of clay.
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