Innumerable mountains rise, and rise, HAIL, beauteous stranger of the grove! Thou messenger of Spring! Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat, Soon as the daisy decks the green, Delightful visitant! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet The schoolboy, wandering through the wood To pull the primrose gay, Starts, the new voice of Spring to hear, And imitates thy lay. THE That Heaven to living things imparts, Are not exclusively possess'd By human hearts! A Parrot from the Spanish main, Full young and early caged, came o'er With bright wings to the bleak domain Of Mulla's shore. The spicy groves where he had won For these he changed the smoke of turf, His golden eye. |