16 FLORA AND THALIA. 



Sweet month ! thy pleasures bid thee be 



The fairest child of Spring ; 

 And every hour that comes with thee, 



Comes some new joy to bring; 

 The trees still deeper in their bloom, 



Grass greens the meadow lands ; 

 And flowers with every morning come, 



As dropt by fairy hands. 



The field and garden's lovely hours 



Begin and end with thee; 

 For what's so sweet as peeping flowers, 



And bursting buds to see 1 

 What time the dew's unsullied drops. 



In burnish'd gold distil, 

 On crocus flowers' unclosing tops. 



And drooping daffodil 1 



To see thee come, all hearts rejoice. 



And warm with feeUng strong ; 

 With thee all Nature finds a voice. 



And hums a waking song. 

 The lover views thy welcome hours. 



And thinks of summer come ; 

 And takes the maid thy early flowers. 



To tempt her steps from home. 



