English poem
To Rosalinda, on Her Birth Day
by Anonymous
Welcome! ye glories of the eastern sky! Blest be the dawn of this propitious day! Oh! let the muse her willing strains employ, And chearful swell the tributary lay.
This happy morn gave the rejoicing earth A treasure great as could the heav'ns bestow, This happy morn gave Rosalinda birth— Cease, cease ye floods, ye tempests, cease to blow.
Come gentle spring, like Rosalinda fair, Like her advance, and brighten ev'ry scene: Shed all thy odours in the ambient air, And far abroad extend thy mantle green.
Like Rosalinda come, the source of joy! Let nature smile, and all the world be gay: Let ev'ry muse her willing strains employ, To hail the spring, and Rosalinda's day.