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SONNET XX. WRITTEN IN SPRING.
Again gay Spring the rustic calls to love,And spreads her flow'ry mantle o'er the grove;
The soaring lark again salutes the morn,
And sings to Phœbus oft a cheerful strain;
At eve the ploughman views his rising corn,
And hears soft music echo o'er the plain:
But, ah! gay Spring removes not keen Despair,
Nor soothes the wretched bosom fraught with care!
Whether I seek the thick embow'ring shade,
Or thro' the dasied meadow bend my way,
I court in vain the joys Hope once pourtray'd—
Her fairest blossoms bloom but to decay:
Tir'd Fancy now a gloomy picture draws,
And Sadness round my head her faded garland throws.
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