The wild-flower pearled with morning dew,
The noontide sun, the evening shade,
And all that nature gives to view.
And sweet to see them pictured bright
Upon the bard’s immortal page,
Enshrined in pure and heavenly light,
To charm the world from age to age.
Harp of the ancient British Bards!
Had I but skill to tune thy strings,
Entranced by thy delicious notes,