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.