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Rh But memory did not long our bliss alloy; For gentle nature who had given relief Wean'd with new love the chasten'd heart from grief; And the sweet season minister'd to joy

It was a season when their leaves and flowers The trees as to an Arctic summer spread: When chilling wintry winds and snowy showers, Which had too long usurp'd the vernal hours Like spectres from the sight of morning, fled Before the presence of that joyous May; And groves and gardens all the live-long day Rung with the birds' loud love-songs. Over all, One thrush was heard from morn till even-fall: Thy Mother well remembers when she lay The happy prisoner of the genial bed, How from yon lofty poplar's topmost spray At earliest dawn his thrilling pipe was heard; And when the light of evening died away,