Full Lyrics
Beauteous clouds, I see you gilded
By the westwardtending sun,
Ye proclaim, thus brightly glowing,
That another day is run;
Soon the veil of darkness
O'er the land around us lies,
Other regions, waking,
See the morning rise.
Distant clouds, I hear you floating
On the breeze, like zephyr's sighs,
From the land of sweet remembrance,
Whither oft affection flies.
Though ye sound so sweetly,
As ye meet my list'ning ear,
Ye are fraught with sadness,
Mingling hope and fear.
Gilded clouds, my greeting bear ye
To the land I call my own;
Say, my heart for thee is beating,
Tho' my youthful days are flown.
Childhood's sweetest visions
Like yon tinted clouds appear,
Distant, far more lovely
Than when they were near.
