64 SNOW-DROP. 



On thy state 



Whirlwinds wait; 



And blood -shot meteors lend thee light, 



Hence to dreary arctic regions, 



Summon thy terrific legions ; 



Hence to caves of northern night 



Speed thy flight. 



From halcyon seas 



And purer skies, 



O southern breeze! 



Awake, arise: 



Breath of heaven ! benignly blow, 



Melt the snow ; 



Breath of heaven ! unchain the floods. 



Warm the woods. 



And make the mountains flow. 



Auspicious to the Muse's prayer, 



The freshening gale 



Embalms the vale, 



And breathes enchantment through the air: 



On its wing 



Floats the spring 



With glowing eye, and golden hair: 



Dark before her angel-form, 



She drives the Demon of the storm, 



Like Gladness chasing Care. 



Winter's gloomy night withdrawn, 

 Lo ! the Youna romantic Hours 



