May-Day
Welcome, dear dawn of summer's rising sway,
Fair fav'rite of the year! soul-soft'ning May!
Late, I have learnt, by love's sweet Queen , inspir'd,
Why, from my youth, this day my bosom fir'd ;
'Twas for her birth , that blooming nature sprung,
'Twas in her notes , the sky's soft rangers sung!
The breeze blew soft, to sigh her soul's sweet frame,
And the boughs bent, in homage to her name.
Thick shot the meads , to paint her fruitful mind,
And flow'rs, that roll'd her breath , enrich'd the wind.
For her , the sun wake'd out, to bless our isle,
And lighted up half heav'n, to paint her smile:
Oh! we are lovers all! our Celia reigns,
And the warm'd world is sick, with my sweet pains.
Fair fav'rite of the year! soul-soft'ning May!
Late, I have learnt, by love's sweet Queen , inspir'd,
Why, from my youth, this day my bosom fir'd ;
'Twas for her birth , that blooming nature sprung,
'Twas in her notes , the sky's soft rangers sung!
The breeze blew soft, to sigh her soul's sweet frame,
And the boughs bent, in homage to her name.
Thick shot the meads , to paint her fruitful mind,
And flow'rs, that roll'd her breath , enrich'd the wind.
For her , the sun wake'd out, to bless our isle,
And lighted up half heav'n, to paint her smile:
Oh! we are lovers all! our Celia reigns,
And the warm'd world is sick, with my sweet pains.
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