Nature, with lavish and unsparing hand,
Her gladsome aspect, fraught with kind intent,
Again deals out her vernal gifts!
See, at her magic touch, each tree, and shrub, and flower
Its lethargy shook off, with thankful haste
Dons the bright garb she gives.
Around a tuneful choir of amorous birds,
With love-engender'd notes,
In one great concert join, and carol out their joy—'Tis Spring!
Conscience is a sort of mental finger-post, pointing out our proper route.
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