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.