Dark and dull night, fly hence away
And give the honour to this day
That sees December turn'd to May.

Why does the chilling winter's morn
Smile like a field beset with corn,
Or smell like a meadow newly shorn

Thus on the sudden? Come and see
The cause why things thus fragrant be.

'Tis he is born, whose quick'ning birth
Gives life and lustre, public mirth
To heaven and the under-Earth.

We see him come and know him ours,
Who, with his sunshine and his showers,
Turns all the patient ground to flowers.

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