The storm is o'er the rain is done
How sweetly shines the setting sun
Its rays in crimson decks the west
Reflecting brightness on the East
The birds distend their little throats
And hail great phoebus in their notes.—

See the dew besprinkled green
The lucid drops enrich the scene
The flowers rear their lovly heads
The lilac bower its fragrance sheds
All nature washd so fresh and fair
Lethean scents perfume the air
Learn hence ye fair the secret charm
The cestus that can time disarm
Preserve your charms from his dread tomb
And sweetness take the place of bloom
Beauties cosmetic flows in springs
And water health and freshness brings.