Waters, wi' their giddy rollèns;
Breezes wi' their plaÿsome wooèns;
Here do heal, in soft consolèns,
Hearts a-wrung wi' man's wrong doèns.
Day do come to us as gaÿ
As to a king ov widest swaÿ,
In deäisy-whitèn'd, gil'cup-brightèn'd
Vields by flowèn watervalls.
Zome feäir buds mid outlive blightèns,
Zome sweet hopes mid outlive sorrow.