And fairy month of waking mirth From whom our joys ensue Thou early gladder of the earth Thrice welcome here anew With thee the bud unfolds to leaves The grass greens on the lea And flowers their tender boon receives To bloom and smile with thee.
Tasteful illumination of the night, Bright scattered, twinkling star of spangled earth.
I lost the love of heaven above I spurned the lust of earth below I felt the sweets of fancied love And hell itself my only foe.
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