March. 
28 
Such grace as in my ladie’s bosom place to find, 
Be proud to touch those places ! 
Your honours of the flowrie meads I pray, 
You pretty daughters of the earth and sun. 
Raleigh. 
TO SPRING. 
Hail, verdant Spring ! we welcome thee ! 
With breath so fresh, and looks so bright ! 
Again Sol shines with brilliant ray, 
And Cynthia's charms illume the night. 
The fragrant primrose lifts its head, 
' The russet mould gives forth gay flowers, 
Which, o’er the fields and gardens spread, 
Seem brought to life by gentle showers. 
On every tree young leaves shoot forth, 
In varying shades of brightest green, 
And birds, with notes of gayest mirth, 
And sweetest sounds, enjoy the scene. 
Each little songster of the grove 
Now fondly searches for a mate, 
And thus seems anxious so to prove 
Its love for “the united state.” 
