Oh! come to the river's rim, come to us there, For the white water-lily is wondrous fair,

With her large broad leaves on the stream afloat, (Each one a capacious fairy boat),

The swan among FLOWERS! how stately ride
Her snow-white leaves on the rippling tide:
And the dragon-fly gallantly stays to sip
A kiss of dew from her goblet's lip:
Oh! come in the glow

Of the long summer's day,
When the cool waves flow,

And the zephyrs play;

Oh! dwell not in cities mid cark and care,

But come to the river's rim, come to us there.

COME, thou beautiful blossoming Spring,

And to me thy loveliest flow'rets bring;

Come! let their bright leaves encircle thy brow,
And wave 'midst thy glittering tresses now;

Oh, linger no more 'neath the fleecy veil
Flung o'er thee by Winter's congealing gale,
But gently breathe on the snowy shroud,
And 'twill vanish in tears, like a summer cloud,

As grieved to see thee its whiteness excel

In the virgin hue of the snowdrop's bell.

Then gaze upon earth with thine azure eyes,

And bid their emblem, the violet, rise

On the greenwood-bank, where the primrose pale
Looks up, to welcome the nightingale ;

And the regal crocus, in purple and gold,
Bursts into life from its leafy fold.

Come we are weary of wind and storm; Gladden our hearts with thy fairy form;

Paint the first daisy's

wee crimson tip,"
Like the roseate hue of a maiden's lip:
And blest childhood's darling, the buttercup,
With bright rays gild, as its flowers glance up;
Let the hyacinth wave in the scented breeze,
And the May-buds peep on the hawthorn trees,
And the orchards dress in their gayest gear,—
"Tis the holiday-time of the circling year:

And bid the birds sing on each branch and spray,
While the gay flowers dance in the genial ray.
Merry and glad will the bright earth be

When Winter retreats, and thou art free,

Floating around us on fragrant wing,

And gemmed with soft dew-drops-thou fair young Spring!