When winter is over and spring is begun,
When nature is warm’d by the rays of the sun;
Our prospects are rais’d by the opening year,
And fruits are expected when blossoms appear.

Just so in a season when conscience awakes,
Calls loudly to sinners their crimes to for sake;
‘Tis then, that with pleasing emotion we trace
The tears of the mourner adorning each face.

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