Rise foaming up to their giddy height;
When the first faint blush of the glowing morn,
Lights the dewy pearl on the flower and thorn,
And the sunbeams kiss the awakening flower,
And the zephyr stirs the enchanted bower;
Or the silvery clouds of the sunset lie
On the radiant breast of the evening sky,
And the gentle gales through the forests play,
And the requiem sing of departing day,
On the craggy steeps of the rock-based hills;