Give but thy vital beams to play, The frozen scenes will melt away; And, mix'd in sprightly dance, the blooming Hours Will wake the drowsy Spring, and Spring awake the flowers. Let Health, gay daughter of the skies, Where Surrey's downs extend ; There HERRING wooes her friendly power, To heal that shepherd all her balms employ! Ah me! that Virtue's godlike friends When will fair Truth his equal find Among the best of human kind? Long be the fatal day with mourning kept! AUGUSTUS sigh'd sincere, and all the worthy wept! Thy delegate, kind heaven, restore And still upon the royal head The riches of thy blessings shed; Establish'd with his counsellors around, Long be his prosp'rous reign, and all with glory crown'd. ΤΟ SPRING. BY MISS FERRER OF HUNTINGDON, SINCE MARRIED TO THE REV. DR. PECKARD, Master of Magdalen College, Cambridge. HAIL, genial Goddess, blooming Spring! Thy blest return, O let me sing, And aid my languid lays : Let me not sink in sloth supine While all creation at thy shrine Its annual tribute pays. Escap'd from Winter's freezing power, By Nature (artless handmaid!) drest, The lark now strains his warbling throat, While every loud and sprightly note Calls Echo from her cell. Be warn'd, ye fair, that listen round, The bright-hair'd sun with warmth benign Again the streams refresh the plains, Life-giving Zephyrs breathe around, The sun's too quick-revolving beam Then happiest he, whose lengthen'd sight Pursues, by virtue's constant light, |