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THE FLOWER AND THE LEAF;
OR, THE LADY IN THE ARBOUR.
Now turning from the wint'ry signs, the sun
blood to dance within their veins : Then, at their call, embolden'd out they come, And swell the gems and burst the narrow room; Broader and broader yet, their blooms display, Salute the welcome sun, and entertain the day. Then from their breathing souls the sweets repair To scent the skies, and purge the unwholesome air : Joy spreads the heart, and, with a general song, Spring issues out, and leads the jollymonths along.
In that sweet season, as in bed I lay, And sought in sleep to pass the night away, I turn'd my weary side, but still in vain, Though full of youthful health, and void of pain :