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
.