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But at thy mild approach, fair May!
 Shall Spring his fainting charms renew,
The sun's enliv'ning beams shall play,
 On meadows bright with morning dew.

There, on the primrose bank so fair,
 Shall fresher, brighter flow'rets bloom,
And cowslips, through the ambient air,
 Shall shed around their soft perfume.

The meek-eyed lamb, on verdant plain,
 With frolic mien shall skip and play;
The blackbird build his nest again,
 And gaily chaunt his am'rous lay.

Again the glowing ray inspires,
 And nature all around is gay;
And cold the heart, and dull its fires,
 That feels not thy enchantment, May!