Classic Poem

In blooming beauties clad and smiles serene,
Fair Summer comes to deck the rural scene;
Beneath her footsteps flowers spontaneous rise,
And sweetest odours scent the ambient skies;
In brightest verdure drest, the thickening shade,
Now stands in sylvan elegance display'd,
Whilst on each bough the sweetly warbling throng
Attune to melody their joyous song.
Here Ceres and Pomona kindly bear
The golden treasures of the promis'd year;
Around observe those universal joys,
That flush each cheek that every heart employs;
One common cause inspires the cheerful lay,
'Tis Heaven and thus our gratitude we pay.