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 Then like bees from a hive, men art up reviv'd,
 * at the ight of bright Phœbus's ray;

Some whitle, ome ing; all welcome the Spring,
 * which drove the cold Winter away.

The peaant and peer, with pirits that's clear,
 * repairs to their labour and port,

The court, and its tate, with attendants that's great,
 * to the gardens and fields do reort.

In the Spring of the year, when the ladies appear,
 * in colours all glorious and gay,

Which nothing urpas, but lilies and gras,
 * that drove the cold Winter away.

See trees how they bud, ee birds how they tud,
 * hear cows how they low for their young,

On each rape and buh, the black bird and thruh,
 * in concert join chorus and ong.

See fowls of the air, how they lovingly pair,
 * ee lambs how they kip all—and play:

In mirth there's no bounds, all nature reounds,
 * Which drives the cold Winter away.

The ploughman with peed, and a ack full of feed,
 * the carter drives out with his teams;

The hepherd with crook, and the angler with hook,
 * repairs to the vallies and treams.

The farmer with brake, and the gard'ner with rake,
 * all chearfully work out the day;

Some whitle, ome ing, all welcome the Spring,
 * which drove the cold Winter away.

Let miery pack, and a whip at her back,
 * down—down the tartarian flood:

And let envy be drown'd, with malice new crown'd,
 * he who envies any man's good,

May good fortune attend ev'ry merry man's friend,
 * that does the bet that he may:

Forgetting all wrong, in a cup and a ong,
 * we'll drive the cold Winter away.