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TO SPRING.
O what a bloom, a freshness—as of flowers
And verdure bathed in dew—comes o'er the heart,
Sweet Spring, when thou art named;
Or when thy softened breeze,
And verdure bathed in dew—comes o'er the heart,
Sweet Spring, when thou art named;
Or when thy softened breeze,
Pure from reviving nature, fans the cheek!
The languid spirit feels, through all its depths,
The genial warmth, and pours
Profuse its flowers of thought!
The languid spirit feels, through all its depths,
The genial warmth, and pours
Profuse its flowers of thought!
Who can thy charms enumerate? The dell,
Where the rathe primrose peeps; the living wood,
Where the green bud just bursts,
And the deep blackbird sings;
Where the rathe primrose peeps; the living wood,
Where the green bud just bursts,
And the deep blackbird sings;
The plain, where smiles the daisy, where its gold
The gorgeous king-cup shows, and where the stream
Rolls in blue windings on;
The freshened mountain, gay
The gorgeous king-cup shows, and where the stream
Rolls in blue windings on;
The freshened mountain, gay
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With springing heath and blooming gorse, o'er which
The plover screams; and over all, the sky
Blue, lofty fine, where laughs
The joyous sun, and where
The plover screams; and over all, the sky
Blue, lofty fine, where laughs
The joyous sun, and where
Sails the light snowy cloud, or—if the shower
Thin-glancing falls—perchance the rainbow bends
Its scarcely visible arch,
Whence rings the sky-lark's song!
Thin-glancing falls—perchance the rainbow bends
Its scarcely visible arch,
Whence rings the sky-lark's song!
The eye looks round delighted, the heart beats
With rapture!—And do I experience now
That rapture, that delight?
Then, shall my song confine
With rapture!—And do I experience now
That rapture, that delight?
Then, shall my song confine
Its praise to Earth's enchantments, nor ascend
In grateful adoration, God! to thee—
The source of all that's fair,
The bounteous source of Spring!
In grateful adoration, God! to thee—
The source of all that's fair,
The bounteous source of Spring!
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