And, failing on the cloud of science, bears
The banner of Perfection.
ODE to SPRING.
Balmy breezy welcome wind!
Full on thy genial wings reclin’d,
Once again to these lov’d climes
Returns sweet Spring; returns and smiles,
Instant, as the goddess moves,
Resound the woods, exult the groves,
Laugh the vales, and down the hills