A Pleasing Illusion

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A Pleasing Illusion

I saw a pleasing sight this spring,

Seem’d like a hundred ducks on wing;

Fluttering o’er the crystal water,

I felt like rippling o’er with laughter.

When the truth it did awaken,

In silver ducks I was mistaken;

It was the sunbeam’s merry dancing,

That on the water I saw glancing.

Rejoicing that from bonds of ice

They were free these pearls of price;

Though banks were bound with fringe of snow,

Which gave more lustre to the glow.

So ’tis no wonder that we sing

About the glories of the spring;

Each day fresh beauties will be seen,

When fields are cover’d o’er with green.

Adieu to Winter brings no grief,

For we do long for bud and leaf;

Which are brought out by sunny showers,

And covers landscape with the flowers.

The sun is glorious orb of day,

Refulgent is each sparkling ray;

The moon she is the Queen of Night,

Enthroned among the stars so bright.