E'en GILES, for all his cares and watchings past,
And all his contests with the wintry blast,
Claims a full share of that sweet praise bestow'd
By gazing neighbours, when along the road,
Or village green, his curly-coated throng
Suspends the chorus of the spinner's song;
When Admiration's unaffected grace
Lisps from the tongue, and beams in every face:
Delightful moments! ... Sunshine, Health, and Joy,
Play round, and cheer the elevated Boy!
' SPRING!' his heart exulting cries;
' YEAR! with promis'd blessings rise! ...
' ETERNAL POWER! from whom those blessings flow,
'Teach me still more to wonder, more to know:
'  and  let me see again;
'Wander the  wood, the  plain:
' Let the first Flower, corn-waving Field, Plain, Tree,
'Here round my home, still lift my soul to THEE;
' And let me ever, midst thy bounties, raise
'An humble note of thankfulness and praise! —