H. F. Harrington.
32. Delicious Spring!
Nursed in the lap of thin and subtle showers,
Which fall from clouds that lift their snowy wing
From odorous buds of light-enfolded flowers,
And from enmassed bowers,
That over grassy walks their greenness fling.
Albert Pike.
33. The Summer, the radiant Summer's the fairest,
For green woods and mountains, for meadows and bowers,