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Nor void of beauties now the spring,
Whose waters hid from summer sun
Have sooth'd the thirsty pilgrim's ear
With more than melody.
Whose waters hid from summer sun
Have sooth'd the thirsty pilgrim's ear
With more than melody.
The green moss shines with icy glare;
The long grass bends its spear-like form;
And lovely is the silvery scene
When faint the sunbeams smile.
The long grass bends its spear-like form;
And lovely is the silvery scene
When faint the sunbeams smile.
Reflection too may love the hour
When Nature, hid in Winter's grave,
No more expands the bursting bud,
Or bids the flowret bloom.
When Nature, hid in Winter's grave,
No more expands the bursting bud,
Or bids the flowret bloom.
For Nature soon in Spring's best charms
Shall rise reviv'd from Winter's grave,
Again expand the bursting bud,
And bid the flowret bloom.
Shall rise reviv'd from Winter's grave,
Again expand the bursting bud,
And bid the flowret bloom.
