Gay shines the sun athwart the enamell’d lawn,
The new cloath’d earth drinks bibulous his ray,
And Nature glories in his equal sway.
Creation’s hymns ascend the source of light,
Whose golden splendors chase the brumal night;
Whose genial warmth o’erpowers the frigid north,
Pours plenty down, and calls fresh beauties forth.
Deep, deep, I hear each object swell the strain,
Exulting in auspicious Phœbus’ reign;
E’en things inanimate their incense raise,