Bright Sol is returned, the Winter is…

Bright Sol is returned, the Winter is o'er, His all-cheering beams do nature restore; The cowslip and daisy, the vi'let and rose, Each garden, each orchard, does fragrance disclose; The birds's cheerful notes are heard in each grove, All nature confesses the season of love.

The nymphs and the shepherds come tripping amain, All hasten to join in the sports of the plain; Our rural diversions are free from all guile, The face that is honest securely can smile; The heart that's sincere in affection may prove All nature's force the season of love.

O come then, Philander, with Sylvia away, Our friends that expect us, accuse our delay; Let's haste to the village, the sports to begin; I'll strive, for my shepherd, the garland to win. But see his approach, whom my heart does approve, Who makes ev'ry hour the season of love.