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Spring Pome

ad sextium

Horace: Book II, Ode 4.

Solvitur acris hiems grata—”

The backbone of winter is shattered to pieces; The breezes are balmy that blow from the west; The farmer his cows from the stable releases; The ploughman gets up from his fireside domest; No more are the meadows all icy and snowy; Come columns on Mathewson, Sweeney and Kling; The strawberry shortcake is heavy and doughy— ’Tis Spring!

Now Venus, the w. k. Cytherean, Cavorts Isadorably under the moon, Assisted by choruses gracile, nymphean, She dances a measure that’s wholly jejune. ’Tis time to divert one’s estraying attention To bonnets embowered with every old thing— Fruits, myrtle and parsley—again I must mention ’Tis Spring!