[1] Behold, The Young, The Rosy Spring, Gives To The Breeze Her Scented Wing: While Virgin Graces, Warm With May; Fling Roses O'Er Her Dewy Way. The Murmuring Billows Of The Deep Have Languished Into Silent Sleep; And Mark! The Flitting Sea-Birds Lave Their Plumes In The Reflecting Wave; While Cranes From Hoary Winter Fly To Flutter In A Kinder Sky. Now The Genial Star Of Day Dissolves The Murky Clouds Away; And Cultured Field, And Winding Stream, Are Freshly Glittering In His Beam. Now The Earth Prolific Swells With Leafy Buds And Flowery Bells; Gemming Shoots The Olive Twine, Clusters Ripe Festoon The Vine; All Along The Branches Creeping, Through The Velvet Foliage Peeping, Little Infant Fruits We See, Nursing Into Luxury.