Hail, thou auspicious vernal dawn!
Ye birds, proclaim the winter's gone,
Ye warbling minstrels sing;
Pour forth your tribute as ye rise,
When auburn Autumn mounts the stage,
And Summer fails her charms to yield,
Bleak nature turns another page,
Am I sadly cast aside,
On misfortune's rugged tide?
Will the world my pains deride
I was a harness horse,
Constrained to travel weak or strong,
With orders from oppressing force,
Push along, push along.
Blown up with painful care and hard to light,
A glimmering torch blown in a moment out,
Suspended by a web, an angler's bait,
Floating at stake along the stream of chance,