And all their various symbols flourish’d here.
XXXIII.
First came the Spring, led by the rosy Hours,
With all the Loves and Graces in her train;
Deck’d with her wreath of never-fading flow’rs,
Diffusing odours o’er the smiling plain.
XXXIV.
Next Summer came; his cheeks with ardour fir’d,
With his own blushing fruits and harvests crown’d;
Before whose face the infant Spring retir’d,