AWAKE, O Muse! my trembling pen inspire!
Infuse my words with unpolluted song;
Touch every line with thine own sacred fire,
And bear me by thy impulses along!
To thee, sweet Air, that dost around me play,
Touching ethereally each silv'ry string
That vibrates in the golden Harp of May,
To thee I dedicate this offering.
Soft, gentle Air! unnumbered missions thine,
Missions of mercy, kindness, and of love;