Like an army defeated the snow hath retreated.

And I am happy when I sing.

Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows That for oblivion take their daily birth From all the fuming vanities of earth.

One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.

Knowing that Nature never did betray the heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, through all the years of this our life, to lead from joy to joy.

Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast False fires, that others may be lost.

What know we of the Blest above but that they sing, and that they love?