Bright was the morning cool the Air
Bright was the morning cool the Air
Serene was all the Sky
When on the waves I left my fair
The Center of my Joy
Heaven and Nature smiling wear
And nothing sad but I
Each rosy field its odour spread
All fragrant was the Shore
Each river God rose from his bed
And sight and own'd her power
Curling their waves they decked their head
As proud of what they bore
Glide on ye waters bear these lines
And tell her how I am oppressed
Bear all my sighs ye gentle winds
And waft them to her breast
Tell her if ere she prove unkind
I never shall have rest