Classic Poem

ON THE APPROACH OF SPRING .

See , where relentless Winter slow retires,
And frees fair nature from his cold embrace,
Spring's gentle gales his lingering horrors chase,
And new-born joy the tuneful throng inspires.
O! welcome, lovely Spring! again I trace
In all that meets my gaze thy magic power;
With raptured eye survey the budding flower,
And watch with eager glance each opening grace.
I love alone, unseen, thy hours to spend,
And careless roam the green-enamell'd mead,
Musing on many a fair and virtuous deed,
Sweet as the rural sounds that round me blend,
Content, by nature's charms, unconscious, taught
To breathe the generous wish, and form the heavenward thought.

ON THE APPROACH OF SPRING .

See , where relentless Winter slow retires,
And frees fair nature from his cold embrace,
Spring's gentle gales his lingering horrors chase,
And new-born joy the tuneful throng inspires.
O! welcome, lovely Spring! again I trace
In all that meets my gaze thy magic power;
With raptured eye survey the budding flower,
And watch with eager glance each opening grace.
I love alone, unseen, thy hours to spend,
And careless roam the green-enamell'd mead,
Musing on many a fair and virtuous deed,
Sweet as the rural sounds that round me blend,
Content, by nature's charms, unconscious, taught
To breathe the generous wish, and form the heavenward thought.