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ODE to SPRING.
Hope waits upon the flowery prime.
Waller.
SWEET daughter of a rough and ſtormy ſire,
Hoar Winter's blooming child; delightful Spring!
Whoſe unſhorn locks with leaves
And ſwelling buds are crown'd;
From the green iſlands of eternal youth,
(Crown'd with freſh blooms, and ever ſpringing ſhade,)
Turn, hither turn thy ſtep,
O thou, whoſe powerful voice
