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WODENFRIDE'S SONG.
The cattle lift their voices from the valleys and the hills,
And the feathered race rejoices with a gush of tuneful bills;
And if this cloudless arch fill the poet's song with glee,
0 thou sunny first of March be it dedicate to thee.
And the feathered race rejoices with a gush of tuneful bills;
And if this cloudless arch fill the poet's song with glee,
0 thou sunny first of March be it dedicate to thee.
The Summer Comes!
She comes! she comes! with her flashing eyes,
And her cheek of passion's hue,
'Mid a train of aërial symphonies,
In a garment of cloudless blue.
She comes, and her spell is on earth and skies,
Over land and over sea,
In her warm maturity,
She comes! the summer comes!
And her cheek of passion's hue,
'Mid a train of aërial symphonies,
In a garment of cloudless blue.
She comes, and her spell is on earth and skies,
Over land and over sea,
In her warm maturity,
She comes! the summer comes!
Wodenfride's Song.
The sun, and season in each thing,
Revive new pleasure, the sweet spring
Hath put to flight the winter keen,
To glad our lovely summer queen.
Revive new pleasure, the sweet spring
Hath put to flight the winter keen,
To glad our lovely summer queen.
The paths where Amargana treads,
With flowery tapestry Flora spreads;
And Nature clothes the ground in green,
To glad our lovely summer queen.
With flowery tapestry Flora spreads;
And Nature clothes the ground in green,
To glad our lovely summer queen.
The groves put on their rich array,
With hawthorn blooms embroidered gay,
And sweet perfumed with eglantine,
To glad our lovely summer queen.
With hawthorn blooms embroidered gay,
And sweet perfumed with eglantine,
To glad our lovely summer queen.
The silent river stays his course,
While along his crystal source
The silver-scalèd fish are seen
To glad our lovely summer queen.
While along his crystal source
The silver-scalèd fish are seen
To glad our lovely summer queen.
The wood at her fair sight rejoices,
The little birds with their loud voices
In concert on the briers convene,
To glad our lovely summer queen.
The little birds with their loud voices
In concert on the briers convene,
To glad our lovely summer queen.