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ODE XXXVII.
[Behold, how on approaching Spring]
Behold, how on approaching Spring,
The Graces lovely roses fling;
Behold, how Ocean's wave doth lie
In gentle fair serenity;
Behold, how floats the duck; behold,
How the wise crane his flight doth hold;
And Titan lifts his lamp on high,
And pours the golden deity!
The Graces lovely roses fling;
Behold, how Ocean's wave doth lie
In gentle fair serenity;
Behold, how floats the duck; behold,
How the wise crane his flight doth hold;
And Titan lifts his lamp on high,
And pours the golden deity!
Damp shades of clouds are driven away,
Man's labours shine in open day;
Earth into fruit now breaks; and now
The graceful olive's budding bough;
And swells great Bacchus' juicy tree:
Behold, the world's felicity!
Through leaf and branch, in timely pride,
All fruit doth swell, and flourish wide!
Man's labours shine in open day;
Earth into fruit now breaks; and now
The graceful olive's budding bough;
And swells great Bacchus' juicy tree:
Behold, the world's felicity!
Through leaf and branch, in timely pride,
All fruit doth swell, and flourish wide!
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