To Amanda - Come, Dear Amanda, Quit The Town

Come, dear Amanda, quit the town, And to the rural hamlets fly; Behold! the wintry storms are gone; A gentle radiance glads the sky. The birds awake, the flowers appear, Earth spreads a verdant couch for thee; 'Tis joy and music all we hear, 'Tis love and beauty all we see. Come, let us mark the gradual spring, How peeps the bud, the blossom blows; Till Philomel begins to sing, And perfect May to swell the rose. E'en so thy rising charms improve, As life's warm season grows more bright; And opening to the sighs of love, Thy beauties glow with full delight.