I. Spring

The Bloom of Youth upon his Cheek is seen, And where he treads fresh Flowers deck the Green: His fragrant Breath perfumes the Ev'ning Skies, And turn'd to him the Sylvan Strains arise; A pointed Jav'lin in his Hand he bears, And on his Head a golden Helmet wears. For then begins the stern Bellona's Rage, And hostile Realms in Bloody Wars engage: His calm Approach revives the peaceful Plain, But leads on Death where Discord holds its Reign.