When a cruel long Winter has frozen the Earth, And Nature Imprison’ seeks in vain to be free; I dart forth my Beams, to give all things a Birth, Making Spring for the Plants, every Flower, and each Tree.
‘Tis I who give Life, Warmth, and Vigour to all, Even Love who rules all things in Earth, Air, and Sea; Would languish, and fade, and to nothing would fall, The World to its Chaos would return, but for me.