NOW Spring returning decks the Year
With all that's lovely, all that's fair;
The Fields in lively Green array'd,
With deeper Glooms the silent Shade;
Soft descends the gentle show'rs,
And wakes to Life the springing Flow'rs;
Hence ambrosial Sweets exhale,
And various Colours paint the Vale;
Refreshing Airs the Zephyrs blow,
The Streams with pleasing Murmurs flow;
While nightly 'midst the silent Plain
Thy fav'rite Bird renews her Strain,
Come then, my  come and share
My Joys, and breath a purer Air.
Together let us range the Plains,
Amongst the rustick Nymphs and Swains;
In rural Dress, devoid of Cure,
Give to the Winds our flowing Hair,
And round the Meadows gayly roam,
For Youth does sober Mirth become.
Now straining up you airy Height,
We'll entertain the wand'ring Sight,
With flow'ry Fields, and waving Woods,
Hills and Dales, and falling Floods:
Or to relieve the searching Eyes,
See distant Spires and Temples rise.