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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.