To Amanda: Come, dear Amanda, quit the town

Come, dear Amanda, quit the town,
And to the rural hamlets fly ;
Behold ! the wintry storms are gone,
A gentle radiance glads the sky ;

The birds awake, the flowers appear,
Earth spreads a verdant couch for thee ;
'Tis joy and music all we hear,
'Tis love and beauty all we see.

Come, let us mark the gradual spring,
How peeps the bud, the blossom blows ;
Till Philomel begins to sing,
And perfect May to swell the rose.

Even so thy rising charms improve,
As life's warm season grows more bright ;
And, opening to the sighs of love,
Thy beauties glow with full delight.