Classic Poem

Earth now is green, and heaven is blue,
Lively spring which makes all new,
Jolly spring, doth enter:
Sweet young sunbeams do subdue
Angry, agid winter.

Blasts are mild, and seas are calm,
Every meadow flows with balm,
The earth wears all her riches;
Harmonious birds sing such a psalm
As ear and heart bewitches.

Reserve, sweet spring, this nymph of ours
Eternal garlands of thy flowers,
Green garlands never wasting;
In her shall last our State's fair spring,
Now and for ever flourishing,
As long as heaven is lasting.