Classic Poem

Old feeble Winter to gay Spring resigns
The infant year; for whom the rose-buds rend
Their verdant bands, and in the wreath she twines;
Their blushing charms with her blue violets blend;
No more a vest of snow the babe confines!
Light o'er his form she throws a robe of green,
Adorn'd with blossoms, gemm'd with dew-drops sheen.
The crimson morn unbars her gates of gold,
Rousing the torpid songsters of the grove;
And while the russet sprays soft leaves unfold
The blithsome choir attune their notes to love.
In streams that now no icy fetters hold,
The fearless nymph her smiling infant laves,
While sun-beams sparkle on the tissued waves.