God gives the earth repose, and earth bids man
Wipe his hot brow; the poet pours his rhyme,
And mirth awakes.
Allan Cunningham.
45. When Spring-tide approaches;
Leaf by leaf is developed, and warm'd by the radiant sunshine,
Blushes with purple and gold, till at last the perfected blossom
Opens its odorous chalice, and rocks with its crown to the breeze.
Longfellow.
46.The first day of May,