Poems on Several Occasions By the late Reverend Thomas Fitzgerald. Published by his Grandson, the Reverend Thomas Wintour |
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THE SPRING.
Spring returns, the Winter's gone,
And Nature puts her Beauties on.
The Sun, that erst shone out from high,
Feebly through the frozen Sky,
Now rejoices to display
All the Majesty of Day.
The teeming Earth her Riches yields,
And clothes the Trees, and paints the Fields,
And, grateful for its Blessings giv'n,
Breathes a thousand Sweets to Heav'n.
The cloudless Æther shines serene,
And graceful nods the Sylvan Scene.
Old Ocean smooths his Brow, and all
His Storms subside, his Surges fall,
And only o'er the wat'ry Way.
Soft Etesian Breezes play.
And Nature puts her Beauties on.
The Sun, that erst shone out from high,
Feebly through the frozen Sky,
Now rejoices to display
All the Majesty of Day.
The teeming Earth her Riches yields,
And clothes the Trees, and paints the Fields,
And, grateful for its Blessings giv'n,
Breathes a thousand Sweets to Heav'n.
The cloudless Æther shines serene,
And graceful nods the Sylvan Scene.
Old Ocean smooths his Brow, and all
His Storms subside, his Surges fall,
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Soft Etesian Breezes play.
And now let's make the most we can
Of ev'ry Moment of our Span.
Now let us to the utmost Height
Indulge our Joys, for sure 'tis right;
'Tis right, tho' Fate no more should give,
Whilst, This sweet Season lasts, to live.
Of ev'ry Moment of our Span.
Now let us to the utmost Height
Indulge our Joys, for sure 'tis right;
'Tis right, tho' Fate no more should give,
Whilst, This sweet Season lasts, to live.
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