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There Spring puts forth her first-born flow'rs,
The vi'let and the primrose fair,
The blue-bell there her odour pours,
And ev'ry early flow'r is there.
The vi'let and the primrose fair,
The blue-bell there her odour pours,
And ev'ry early flow'r is there.
Beneath my favorite tree reclin'd,
I listen to the thrushes' song,
As gently blows the western wind,
The lovely verdant boughs among.
I listen to the thrushes' song,
As gently blows the western wind,
The lovely verdant boughs among.
The partridge now retires to rest,
Within the copse's thickest shades;
The ring-doves seek their happy nest,
No noisy hum the calm invades.
Within the copse's thickest shades;
The ring-doves seek their happy nest,
No noisy hum the calm invades.
Mild Hesper sheds her beams so pale,
To light the lev'ret on her way,
To light the lev'ret on her way,
