William Boyce (1710-1779)
Text by John Lockman
Flora, goddess sweetly blooming,
Ever airy, ever gay:
All her wonted charms resuming,
To Spring Gardens called aways.
With this blissful spot delighted,
Here the Queen of May retreats,
Belles and beaux are all invited
To partake of varied sweets.
See a grand pavilion yonder
Rising near embowering shades;
There a temple strikes with wonder,
In full view of colonnades.
Art and Nature kindly lavish,
Here their mingled beauties yield,
Equal here, the pleasures ravish,
Of the court and of the field.
Hark! what heavenly notes descending
Break up on the listening ear:
Music all its graces lending,
O 'tis ecstasy to hear.
Nightingales the concert joining
Breathe their plaints in melting strains,
Vanquished now, their groves resigning,
Soon they fly to distant plains.