Tho' slow and pensive now the moments roll,
Successive months shall from our torpid soul
Hurry these scenes again; the laughing hours
Advancing swift, shall strew spontaneous flowers;
The early-peeping snowdrop, crocus mild,
And modest violet, grace the secret wild;
Pale primrose, daisy, maypole-decking sweet,
And purple hyacinth together meet:
All Nature's sweets in joyous circle move,
And wake the frozen soul again to love.