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Fragrant woodbine all untwine, 



All unrwLne from yonder bow'r; 

 Drag thy branches on the ground, 



Stain wi:h dust each tender flow'r. 



Bow the head, &?f» 

 For mute is that harmonious voice, 



That wont to breathe the sounds of love j 

 And lirelefs are those beauteous limbs, 



That with such ease and grace di^ move. 



Bow the head ^c. 



ON THE SPRING. 



For the Bee. 

 1. 

 Fair spring advance and lead the hours, 



In festive round, to favour love ; 

 Jn yonder desolated bow'rs. 



May we thy sweets ambrosial prove ! 

 II. 

 Farewell the dreary winter's reign. 



The cold, the lonely hours are past j 

 Hail lovely spring ! and all thy train! 

 Thrice welcome art thou to our coast! 

 III. 

 -■Kow chearly o'er the mofsy lawn 



The swain trips fast to see his fair; 

 His heart elated with the dawn 



Of verdant Spring's most wholesome air. 



IV. 



Just so the man, whose heart on fire, 



Js rack'd with dreadful discontent; 

 Till in his mind new thoughts respire. 



And Jove's almighty aid is s^t. 



V. 



With this renew'd his spirit braveB 



Each danger and despairing thought; 

 !He, rolling on life's troubl'd waves, 



'£o fliore with peace and safety's broughtl Mj 



