LET courtly bards, in courtly lay,
Invoke the muse on New Year's day,
Prophetic, future times unfold,
NOW the dancing sunbeams play
On the green and glassy sea;
Come, and I will lead the way,
Where the pearly treasures be.
DEAR to my heart as life's warm stream,
Which animates this mortal clay,
For thee I court the waking ...
WHY from these shades, sweet bird of eve,
Art thou to other regions wildly fled?
Thy pensive song would oft my cares relieve,