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The little children flocking came
Tieir kindness cheered his drooping soul,
The children too began to figh,
JAIL, beauteous stranger of the wood,
Attendant on the spring!
And woods thy welcome fing.
Soon as the daily decks the green
Thy certain voice we hear;
Or mark the rolling year?
Delightful visitant! with thee
I hail the time of flowers, When heaven is filled with music fweet
Of birds among the bowers.
The schoolboy wandering in the wood
To pull the flowers so gay, Starts-thy curious voice to hear,
And imitates, thy lay.
Soon as the pea puts on the bloom,
Thou fly'st the vocal vale,
Another spring to hail.
Sweer bird, thy bower is ever green,
Thy sky is ever clear; dou haft no forrow in thy song, No winter in thy year!
O say, what is that thing calid light,
Which I must ne'er enjoy?
O tell your poor blind boy!
You talk of wondrous things you fee;
You say the sun shines bright:
Or inake it day or night?
My day or night myself I make
Whene'er I sleep or play, And could I always keep awake
With me 't were always day.
With heavy fighs I often hear
You mourn my hapless woe; But sure with patience I can bear
A loss I ne'er can know.
Shall man, the great master of all,
ORATORIO OF ABIL
We'd make, with social wing,
Companions of the spring:
Happy infect! what can be