ODE to SPRING. Mary Robinson (née Darby) Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T100118 Robinson, Mary, 1758-1800. Poems by Mrs. Robinson [poems only]. London Printed for C. Parker, the Upper Part of New Bond-Street 1775 pp. 75-78. [8],134p.,plate; 8⁰.

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ODE to SPRING . I No more shall winter's veil be spread , Or clouds deform the tranquil sky , Again shall spring her treasure shed , To charm the sense , and please the eye . To future ages shall the muses sing , Hail , genial goddess , of the blooming spring . II Thou youthful season of the year , Whose joys can banish every smart , Clad in thy vernal sweets appear , To soften and inspire the heart , To future ages shall the muses sing , Hail , genial Goddess , of the blooming spring . III When I behold thy gifts around , The groves , with thy fair glories shine , And ev'ry flow'r that paints the ground , Declares that influence divine . To future ages shall the muses sing , Hail , genial Goddess , of the blooming spring . IV Thy pow'r , supreme , all nature feels , Each tender plant , thy hand doth raise , Each fruit and shrub thy bounty yields , Eternally confirms thy praise . To future ages shall the muses sing , Hail , genial Goddess , of the blooming spring . V Enliven'd by thy chearful face , The bleeting lambs , and lowing herd , And all the infant feather'd race , At once are waken'd and inspir'd , To future ages shall the muses sing , Hail , genial Goddess , of the blooming spring . VI Then welcome , welcome to our view , Each gift thy bounteous hand bestows , Still , still , thy heavenly scenes renew , And all thy precious joys disclose . To future ages shall the muses sing , Hail , genial Goddess , of the blooming spring .