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[At Spring's approach, whose chearing voice]
At Spring's approach, whose chearing voice
Bids Earth and all her sons rejoice,
Soon tempest-stirring Winter flies,
And yields his empire o'er the skies.
Bids Earth and all her sons rejoice,
Soon tempest-stirring Winter flies,
And yields his empire o'er the skies.
The groves their icy chains unbind
And loose their tresses to the wind,
No storms disturb the peaceful vale,
But pleasure sports in every gale.
And loose their tresses to the wind,
No storms disturb the peaceful vale,
But pleasure sports in every gale.
The Shepherd's eye with rapture moves,
His suit the melting Nymph approves;
New hopes inspire each grateful swain,
And none but Thyrsis owns a pain.
His suit the melting Nymph approves;
New hopes inspire each grateful swain,
And none but Thyrsis owns a pain.
His heart, alas, in early age,
A prey to Fortune's ruthless rage,
Nor Winter's shiv'ring train affrights,
Nor Spring with all her charms delights.
A prey to Fortune's ruthless rage,
Nor Winter's shiv'ring train affrights,
Nor Spring with all her charms delights.
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