With pleasure mixt—the pleasure grew,
At ev’ry thought, at ev’ry view;
Transform’d, my unknown pow’r I try,
I wave my wings, I rise! I fly!
Enraptur’d with the blissful change,
From field to field I wanton range;
From flow’r to flow’r, from tree to tree,
And see whate’er I wish to see;
Now glide along the daisy’d ground;
Now wheel in wanton circles round;