Where Flora her frolics had play’d,
Unveiling her charms to the day;
The warblers awaken’d the song,
The dew-drops hung down on the thorn,
The Zephyrs went gently along,
And Phœbus embellish’d the morn.
In rapture I went through the grove,
Delighted with richest perfume,
Saw nature devoted to love,
And the birds their fond labours resume;