Thomas Parnell

Let those love now who never loved before; Let those who always loved, now love the more.

When Spring came on with fresh delight To cheer the soul, and charm the sight, While every easy breezes, softer rain And warmer suns salute the plain.

We call it only pretty Fanny's way.

A sudden splendour seemed to kindle day A breeze came breathing in a sweet perfume Blown from eternal gardens, filled the room.

A fresher green the smelling leaves display And glittering as they tremble, cheer the day.

Remote from man, with God he passed the days; Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.

Still an angel appear to each lover beside, But still be a woman to you.