Winter is
past—the little bee resumes
Her share
of sun & shade & oer the lea
Hums its
first hymnings to the flowers perfumes
&
wakes a sense of gratfulness in me
The
little daisey keeps its wonted pace
Ere march
by april gets disarmd of snow
A look of
joy opes on its smiling face
Turnd to
that power that suffers it to blow
Ah
pleasant time as pleasing as ye be
One still
more pleasing, hope reserves for me
Where
suns unsetting one long summer shine
Flowers
endless bloom where winter neer destroys
O may the
good mans righteous end be mine
As I may
witness these unfading joys
The Village Minstrel, and Other Poems
(2 volumes,
1821)
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