The mother’s hum, the choral strong,
The hymn that bears great thoughts that throng
Where all pure hope is winging!
How heaves the breast in air so sweet,
How thrills the blood it fills to meet,
While all the spirit bounds to greet
The joys of life in singing!
There let sweet love a pair ensnare
With dainty dreams of visions fair,
Wherein, like wings athrob the air,