54 
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 the Angel-form, 
She drives the Demon of the storm, 
Like Gladness chasing Care. 
Winter’s gloomy night withdrawn, 
Lo! the young romantic Hours 
