32

To tear his Country, and his Kind destroy.

MAY

Now Winters rage abates, now chearful Hours

Awake the Spring, and Spring awakes the Flowers.

The opening Buds salute the welcome Day, And Earth relenting, feels the genial Ray. The Blossoms blow, the Birds on Bushes sing;

And Nature has accomplish'd all the Spring.

JUNE

40

Now from on high Sol darts his Fires;
Breast to transport
The glowing
Warms;

Life bounds afresh with soft desires,
And rosy Beauty sweetly charms:
His flaming Arrows pierce the Flood,
And to the bottom bake the Mud.

JULY

50

The early Fields are now in plight,
To yield the Harvester Delight:
The ripened Grain on rising Fields,
A most delightful Prospect yields;
In even Ranks the waving Heads appear,
Bend with the fruitful Load and crown
the lusty Year.