English poem
Song XXIII. the Spring
by Anonymous
All nature is cheerful and gay, The birds are beginning to sing, And carol their notes on each spray, And hail with delight the gay spring.
How pleased with my EMMA I'll rove, Enraptur'd amid the gay scene, Or sit in the shade of the grove, When Spring in its beauty is seen.
O Nature, our parent and joy, Thy bounties and goodness we see; Nor changes nor cares shall annoy. If EMMA be constant to me.