POETRY. 
Se eet 
ON THE SPRING. 
WRITTEN ON THE BANKS OF THE CAMs 
For the Bee. 
See where the rosy footed spring 
Dances forth in trim array, 
Blith as an eastern bridal queen, 
To wed the lord of day ! 
And see where smiling nature homage pays, 
And all her breathing incense pours along 5 
‘The kindest gales, the fhrillest wrablers lays, 
The streams clear murmur, and the poet’s song, 
All, all are thine! earth, air, and sea, and fky, , 
All wake for thee, fair spring, their sweetest minstrelsy! 
I too the gentle influence feel, 
And join the rapt’rous choral song ; 
Musing smooth numbers, as-J steal, 
Oh Cam} thy banks along. 
Though on those banks no myrtle breathes perfume, 
No rose unfolds its blufhing beauties there, 
‘No tulip there displays. its gaudy bloom, 
No stately lily decks the gay parterre. 
Inclos’d within the garden’s brigkt domain, 
‘These all, in eastern pride, laugh round their splendid reigns 
Yet wild flow’rs o’er the simple scene 
Wait the warm touch of gentle May, 
Till up they spring, a num’rous train! 
As fair and rich as they. 
To me the violet hath a balmy sweet, 
To me the king cup scatters golden hues ; 
E’en in the primrose modest beauties meet, 
E’en the meek daisy can instruct the muse. 
Roving with s lent eyes, fhe loves to stand ; 
‘And ev’n in fie'd flow’rs views a master’s matchlefe hands 
And see! the fervid sun beams play, 
Dancing on the crisped stream 5 
While thousand insects I'ght and gay, 
Swift o’er the surface fkim. 
Nor dogs in wain the swan majestic sail, 
Nor roving bres buz on the flow’ry bi'nk, 
‘Nor fithes down the silver current steal, 
Nor little songsters on the margin drink 3 
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