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grass is wet with shining dews, Their silver bells hang on each tree, While opening flower and bursting bud Breathe incense forth unceasingly; The mavis pipes in greenwood shaw, The throstle glads the spreading thorn, And cheerily the blythesome lark Salutes the rosy face of morn. 'Tis early prime; And hark! hark! hark! His merry chime Chirrups the lark: Chirrup! chirrup! he heralds in The jolly sun with matin hymn.

Come, come, my love! and May-dews shake In pailfuls from each drooping bough; They'll give fresh lustre to the bloom, That breaks upon thy young cheek now. O'er hill and dale, o'er waste and wood, Aurora's smiles are streaming free;