Delicious waters cast their spray;
And, when the soft and gentle breeze
Of peaceful twilight stirs the trees,
The bird of night, with plaintive strains
Soothes to repose and pleasant dreams.
But in this spot, so calm and sweet,
There dwelt sad hearts and sorrows deep;
The Syrian Captain there abode,
Naaman, favorite of his lord;
Riches surround the mighty Chief;