These lubbers, peeping through a broken pane,
To suck fresh air, surveyed the neighbouring plain,
And saw, but scarcely could believe their eyes,
New blossoms flourish, and new flowers arise;
As God had been abroad, and, walking there,
Had left his footsteps, and reformed the year.
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The sunny hills from far were seen to glow }
With glittering beams, and in the meads below }
The burnished brooks appeared with liquid gold to flow. }