Where the soul of our sister's a new made star;
With kisses, embraces, thy wings are laden,
Soar high to the home of the absent maiden,
Away! away!
Tell her, winged blossom, that over her grave,
The kindred who mourn her, thy freedom gave;
We ope thy cage, captive; we bid thee farewell;
Soar away to the clime where the blessed dwell,
Away! away!
Tell her we'll look when the north is aglow,[7]