We on thy pinions can surpass the wind,
And leave the rolling universe behind:
From star to star the mental optics rove,
Measure the skies, and range the realms above.
There in one view we grasp the mighty whole,
Or with new worlds amaze th' unbounded soul.
Though Winter frowns to Fancy's raptur'd eyes
The fields may flourish, and gay scenes arise;
The frozen deeps may break their iron bands,
And bid their waters murmur o'er the sands.
Fair Flora may resume her fragrant reign,
And with her flow'ry riches deck the plain;
Sylvanus may diffuse his honours round,
And all the forest may with leaves be crown'd:
Show'rs may descend, and dews their gems disclose,
And nectar sparkle on the blooming rose.
Such is thy pow'r, nor are thine orders vain,
Sylvanus (also “Silvanus”) was an  ancient Roman divinity and guardian keeper of fields and woods .  The name is derived from the Latin noun “silva,” meaning woods/forest. 
 Though “Winter frowns” at the change into spring, Sylvanus diffuses “his honours round,” bringing life and greenery back to the trees left barren from the previous season.  The forest will again “with leaves be crown’d,” or canopied. 
 
 #Fun Fact (albeit, somewhat non sequitur): 
 The State of Pennsylvania, founded by  17th-century entrepreneur/writer/philosopher William Penn , is so named because: 
 Penn = William Penn 
 Sylvannia = wooded place 
 SO 
 Pennsylvannia = Penn’s Woods 
 #Good Times
On Imagination