Their callow offspring feed:
When May-flowers shine by every stream,
And fragrants showers come down,
While sun-rays o'er the mountains gleam,
And form a dazzling crown:—
Oh! then 'tis sweet to be with thee,
Dear Nature ever fair,
To roam thy walks of song and glee,
Thy realms, sky, earth and air.
Bright angel spring, thou seem'st divine,