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of each changing season, Creation speaks thy praise, But souls endued with reason The highest strain should raise.

Lo! wintry tempests sweeping, No more deform the sky, The crystal streamlet leaping Proclaimeth Spring is nigh.

Farewell the dark dominion Of tyrant frost and snow, The robin spreads his pinion, And fragrant blossoms blow.

Awake to budding glory, Ye trees so long oppress'd, So naked, scarr'd, and hoary, By wrecking winds distress'd.

Break forth, ye tuneful bowers, Where thousand warblers fly, Unfold your robes, sweet flowers, The time of love is nigh.