HOU first-bom of the year’s delight, 
Pg Pride of the dewy glade, 
In vernal green, and virgin white, 
Thy vestal robes array’d; 
’Tis not because thy drooping form 
Sinks graceful on,its nest, 
When chilly shades from gathering 
storm 
Affright thy tender breast; 
Nor for yon river islet wild 
Beneath the willow spray. 
Where, like the ringlets of a child 
Thou wear’st thy circle gay. 
'Tis not for these I love thee dear 
Thy shy averted smiles 
To fancy bode a joyous year, 
One of Life's fairy isles. 
They twinkle to the wintry moon, 
And cheer the ungenial day. 
And tell us, all will glisten soon 
As green and bright as they. 
