  BY GEORGE HORTON. Hail, thou auspicious vernal dawn! Ye birds, proclaim that winter's gone! Ye warbling minstrels, sing! Pour forth your tribute as ye rise, And thus salute the fragrant skies, The pleasing smiles of spring! Coo sweetly, O thou harmless dove, And bid thy mate no longer rove In cold hybernal vales! Let music rise from every tongue, Whilst winter flies before the song Which floats on gentle gales. Ye frozen streams, dissolve and flow Along the valley sweet and slow! Divested fields, be gay! Ye drooping forests, bloom on high, And raise your branches to the sky; And thus your charms display! Thou world of heat! thou vital source! The torpid insects feel thy force, Which all with life supplies. Gardens and orchards richly bloom, And send a gale of sweet perfume, To invite them as they rise. Near where the crystal waters glide The male of birds escorts his bride, And twitters on the spray; He mounts upon his active wing, To hail the bounty of the spring, The lavish pomp of May. |
|
