new-dress'd

Updated: May 21, 2025

"It plays round the bank and the mossy stone, Where the violet droops like a nun alone; Shrouding her eyes from the noon-tide glare, But breathing her soul to the mountain-air. "It gives to my spirits a tone of mirth I bound with joy o'er the new-dress'd earth, When spring has scatter'd her blossoms there, And laden with balm the mountain air.

Susanna Moodie - Life in the Clearings versus the Bush