Whate'er th'  gives to bless Mankind,
We, or in Spring, or in the  find,
The Spring revives what Winter has decay'd,
And in New Livery all the Earth's array'd.
But tho' the Spring a Thousand Sweets disclose,
Th'  Jessamine, and  Rose;
The various Product of each fertile Soil,
'Tis the Rich Autumn Crowns the Peasant's Toil.
So, tho' we see a New-Created Spring,
And ev'ry Joy reviving in the KING;
YOU in the PRINCESS will our Harvest bring.