Returning Spring

Returning spring resumes the groves To animate the year; The linnet tunes its song of love, Delightful to the ear: I'll try my best, like birds in spring, And raise my humble song, While here Apollo strikes the string To charm the list'ning throng.

Sometimes I'll be of Dian's train, To join the hounds and horn; While echo answer o'er the plain, To hail the rising morn: Sometimes with Flora I'll be gay, And blithsome trip along, And gather sweets of blooming May, To please the passing throng.

For, all my happiness, I own, Is to give pure delight; And your applause will surely crown My wishes ev'ry night: Each varied part my simple voice Shall try, in every song, To make you happy, and rejoice, And please the list'ning throng.