Fancies wings

How I praise thy sweetness
that ever grows since ancient times
and never failed to bless
mortals rhymes.

From Homer to Cædman
and from Virgil to John
thy fragrance and frolic effect
making my soul melancholic.

How often you are assumed
In falling rain and in the rising sun,
In joys and in grief, we have blessed
by thy lasting relief.

Ages gone but mortals praising
never eclipsed. O good nature!
Let my fancy make
my rhymes lasting long.

XK

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