A Pleasing Illusion

I saw a pleasing sight this spring, Seem’d like a hundred ducks on wing; Fluttering o’er the crystal water, I felt like rippling o’er with laughter.

When the truth it did awaken, In silver ducks I was mistaken; It was the sunbeam’s merry dancing, That on the water I saw glancing.

Rejoicing that from bonds of ice They were free these pearls of price; Though banks were bound with fringe of snow, Which gave more lustre to the glow.

So ’tis no wonder that we sing About the glories of the spring; Each day fresh beauties will be seen, When fields are cover’d o’er with green.

Adieu to Winter brings no grief, For we do long for bud and leaf; Which are brought out by sunny showers, And covers landscape with the flowers.

The sun is glorious orb of day, Refulgent is each sparkling ray; The moon she is the Queen of Night, Enthroned among the stars so bright.