"Oh, who can speak the joys of spring's young morn,
When wood and pasture open on his view,
When tender green buds blush upon the thorn,
And the first primrose dips its leaves in dew!"
Fig. 25.—On bank and brae, in glen and vale.
"Oh, who can speak the joys of spring's young morn,
When wood and pasture open on his view,
When tender green buds blush upon the thorn,
And the first primrose dips its leaves in dew!"
Fig. 25.—On bank and brae, in glen and vale.