Hail, gentle Spring! whose genial pow’r
Calls to new life each fragrant flow’r,
In richest tints array’d:
Whose balmy breath revives each scene,
The shady grove, the daisied green
In verdant beauty clad.
At thy approach the feather’d trains
Renew their long neglected strains;
Sweet music floats around;
Whist list’ning Echo’s busy tongue