Classic Poem

Celestial Venus shines with fainter light,
And bloomy Morn proclaims approaching Day;
Maria, let us walk, and please our sight,
With Summer's beauties, in her best array.

The rising sun, with horizontal beams,
Gilds the sweet fields, that glitter with the dew;
His rich effulgence sparkles in the streams,
And woods and mountains are disclos'd to view.

How sweet and cool the morning breeze, my love!
How gay and joyous ev'ry sight and sound!
Meek Nature's music fills each hedge and grove,
And springing herbs and flowers deck the ground.

Ah! tread not on the modest cowslip's head,
Nor, negligently, the young violet bruise;
For, soon, too soon, their beauties will be dead,
That now, so oft, my pensive mind amuse.

Here, as we walk, untainted by the pride
That tortures worldlings, let us praise that pow'r
Who hath Earth's surface plenteously supply'd
With ev'ry perfect herb, and tree, and flow'r.

And, as we listen to the dulcet strains
That, mingling from the groves, swell in the ear,
And view the sun-illumin'd hills and plains,
That beautiful as Eden's scenes appear,

Let Piety in our glad bosoms glow,
Whilst we behold the works of heav'nly love;
'Tis love sustains this blooming scene below,
And the magnific worlds of light above.