MAY! thou delight of heav'n and earth,
When will thy happy morn arise?
When the dear place which gave her Birth
Restore LUCINDA to my eyes?
There while she walks the wonted grove,
The seat of music and of love,
Bright as the ONE primaeval fair,
Thither, ye silver sounding lyres,
Thither gay smiles and young desires,
Chaste hope and mutual faith repair.