Can see the blush of future bowers;
And joy it brings to thee and me,
My own beloved Maami!
The streamlet, frozen on its way,
To feed the marble Founts of Kings,
Now, loosen'd by the vernal ray,
Upon its path exulting springs,
As doth this bounding heart to thee,
My ever blissful Maami!
Such bright hours were not made to stay,