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ON THE RETURN OF SUMMER BIRDS.

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FROM THE FRENCH OF DE LILLE.

Return, return to your haunts again,
And greet their shades with your sweetest strain;
Inhabit once more your cherish'd groves,
And renew your summer songs and loves.
What need ye to add to your lovely mirth?
Yours is the water, the air, and earth;
Woke under the foliage by zephyr's sigh,
With songs for the ear, and tints for the eye.
Your wants are few; ye alike disdain
The vices of luxury's slothful reign,
And the rigour of laws that men revere,
But which you in your liberty need not fear.

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A stroke of the wing is your rudest law
To keep a coquetting lover in awe;
And so simple your toilette, your ruffled plumes
A touch of the beak with beauty illumes.
Though to shores remote your flight you bear,
Ye are travellers blithe, and not exiles there;
The grove where you plighted your former vows
Sees you build again in its leafy boughs;
The same thick shade in its solitude
Hears your soft vows of love renew'd,
And the same sweet echoes lingering nigh
Once more to your joyful songs reply.