TO MAY.1808.
Hail, lovely morn! the drooping spring
Revives to greet the youthful May,
And all his treasur'd charms will bring,
To doubly bless this hallow'd day.
The sun dispels sad April's gloom,
And darts again his cheering ray,
And wakes all nature from her tomb,
To hail, with him, the lovely May.
And darts again his cheering ray,
And wakes all nature from her tomb,
To hail, with him, the lovely May.
O doubly welcome art thou. May!
For sad were gloomy April's tears;
No "blossoms clothe the hawthorn spray,"
And scarce a budding leaf appears.
For sad were gloomy April's tears;
No "blossoms clothe the hawthorn spray,"
And scarce a budding leaf appears.
