(Designed for the use of her daughter and niece when very young)
LUCIA. Come, my Delia, by this spring Nature's bounties let us sing, While the popler's silver shade O'er our lambkins is display'd.
DELIA. See how she has deck'd the ground Op'ning flow'rets blush around; Crystals glitter on each hill, Polish'd by the falling rill.
LUCIA. Here the berries bend the vine, Lucid grapes at distance shine; Here the velvet peach, and there Apples, and the pendant pear.
DELIA. View this maple, from whose wound Honey trickles on the ground: Who these luxuries can taste Thankless of the rich repast?
LUCIA. Delia, I could sit all day List'ning to your grateful lay; But now solar beams invade, Let us seek a closer sh de.