Full Lyrics
Awake, awake!
The breezes shout Good morrow to the bustling rills;
The birds are up, the sun is out,
Wafting light kisses to the hills,
The sunbeams, radiant with delight,
Chase the quick swallows as they fly,
The white clouds giddy with their height,
Are reeling from the open sky.
O pure, pure Loveliness,
that smil'd So brightly on the world's first spring,
Older than sorrow, yet a child,
That taught each careless bird to sing,
That tinted the wild rose and tied
His rainbow necklace round the dove,
My playmate, mistress, and my bride,
The Earth holds naught to match thy love,
