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With mantling woodbine every hedge is crown'd;   In airy grace the sweet liburnums bend; And o'er the lawns and grassy meads around, The April showers in genial balm descend.

Etherial spring! I love thy gentle air; I love thy garlands breathing soft perfume, Entwin'd with azure bells and lilies fair, And early roses in luxuriant bloom.

Again I rove the woodland and the glade, Again the linnet's mellow note I hear; With artless pleasure wandering in the shade, To cull the treasures of the infant year.

 

Autumn strews on every plain His mellow fruits and fertile grain; And laughing Plenty crown'd with sheaves, With purple grapes, and spreading leaves, In rich profusion pours around, Her flowing treasures on the ground. 