When zephyrs come sailing along!
The meadows how cheerful and gay!
How sweet is the Nightingale’s song!
The grove fragrant odours exhale
When refresh’d by the still drooping show’r,
And sweet is the eglantine gale,
But sweeter Humanity’s Power.
When Summer, refulgent array’d,
Darts fiercely his vertical beam,
How welcome the tremulous shade!