The infant april joins the spring And views its watery skye As youngling linnet trys its wing And fears at first to flye With timid step she ventures on And hardly dares to smile The blossoms open one by one And sunny hours beguile But finer days approacheth yet With scenes more sweet to charm And suns arrive that rise and set Bright strangers to a storm And as the birds with louder song Each mornings glory cheers With bolder step she speeds along And looses all her fears In wanton gambols like a child She tends her early toils And seeks the buds along the wild That blossom while she smiles And laughing on with nought to chide She races with the hours Or sports by natures lovley side And fills her lap with flowers Tho at her birth north cutting gales Her beautys oft disguise And hopfull blossoms turning pales Upon her bosom dies Yet ere she seeks another place And ends her reign in this She leaves us with as fair a face As ere gave birth to bliss And fairey month of waking mirth From whom our joys ensue Thou early gladder of the earth Thrice welcom here anew With thee the bud unfolds to leaves The grass greens on the lea And flowers their tender boon recieves To bloom and smile with thee The shepherds on thy pasture walks The first fair cowslip finds Whose tufted flowers on slender stalks Keep nodding to the winds And tho thy thorns withold the may Their shades the violets bring Which childern stoop for in their play As tokens of the spring The time when daiseys bloom divine With thy calm hours begun And crowflowers blazing blooms are thine Bright childern of the sun Along thy woodlands shaded nooks The primrose wanly comes And shining in thy pebley brooks The horse bleb gaily blooms The long lost charm of sparkling dew Thy gentle birth recieves And on thy wreathing locks we view The first infolding leaves And seeking firstling buds and flowers The trials of thy skill Were pastimes of my infant hours And so they haunt me still To see thy first broad arum leaves I lovd them from a child And where thy woodbines sprouting weaves I joyd to trace the wild And jocund as thy lambs at play I met the wanton wind With feelings that have passd away Whose shadows cling behind Those joys which childhood claims its own Woud they were kin to men Those treasures to the world unknown When known-was witherd then But hovering round our growing years To gild cares sable shroud Their spirit thro the gloom appears As suns behind a cloud As thou first met my infant eyes When thro thy fields I flew Whose distance where they meet the skyes Was all the worlds I knew That warmth of fancys wildest hours Which made things kin to life That heard a voice in trees and flowers Has swoond in reasons strife Sweet month thy pleasures bids thee be The fairest child of spring And every hour that comes with thee Comes some new joy to bring The trees still deepen in their bloom Crass greens the meadow lands And flowers with every morning come As dropt by fairey hands The field and gardens lovley hours Begin and end with thee For whats so sweet as peeping flowers And bursting buds to see What time the dews unsullied drops In burnishd gold distills On crocus flowers unclosing tops And drooping daffodills Each day with added glorys come And as they leave the night Put on the roseys lovley bloom And blushes with delight And suns that wait their welcome birth With earlier haste pursue Their journeys to this lower earth To free their steps from dew To see thee come all hearts rejoice And warms with feelings strong With thee all nature finds a voice And hums a waking song The lover views thy welcome hours And thinks of summer come And takes the maid thy early flowers To tempt her steps from home Along each hedge and sprouting bush The singing birds are blest And linnet green and speckld thrush Prepare their mossy nest On the warm bed thy plain supplys The young lambs find repose And mid thy green hills basking lies Like spots of lingering snows Young things of tender life again Enjoys thy sunny hours And gosslings waddle ocr the plain As yellow as its flowers Or swim the pond in wild delight To catch the water flye Where hissing geese in ceasless spite Make childern scamper bye Again the fairey tribes pursue Their pleasures on the plain And brightend with the morning dew Black circles shine again And on its superstitious ground Where flowers seem loath to dwell The toadstools fuzzy balls abound And mushrooms yearly swell The seasons beautys all are thine That visit with the year Beautys that poets think divine And all delight to hear Thy latter days a pleasure brings That gladden every heart Pleasures that come like lovley things But like to shades depart Thy opend leaves and ripend buds The cuckoo makes his choice And shepherds in thy greening woods First hears the cheering voice And to thy ripend blooming bowers The nightingale belongs And singing to thy parting hours Keeps night awake with songs With thee the swallow dares to come And primes his sutty wings And urgd to seek their yearly home Thy suns the Martin brings And lovley month be leisure mine Thy yearly mate to be Tho may day scenes may brighter shine Their birth belongs to thee I waked me with thy rising sun And thy first glorys viewd And as thy welcome hours begun Their sunny steps pursued And now thy sun is on the set Like to a lovley eve I view thy parting with regret And linger loath to leave Thou lovley april fare thee well Thou early child of spring Tho born where storms too often dwell Thy parents news to bring Yet what thy parting youth supplys No other months excell Thou first for flowers and sunny skyes Sweet april fare thee well.SourceThe script ran 0.003 seconds.
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