Barry Cornwall.
2. The beautiful spirit of Spring,
When the demons of Winter before her fly,
While the gentle fan of her delicate wing
Repels the ardor of Summer's eye.
James Nack.
3. Thou lovest the merry Summer months of beauty, song, and flowers,
Thou lovest the gladsome months that bring thick leafiness to bowers!
Up, up, thy heart, and walk abroad, fling cark and care aside,
Seek silent hills, or rest thyself where peaceful waters glide,