Sweet blest-born star—for ever winging
In the chambers of the sky,
Oh! let me join thee—always singing
Some enchanting melody.
Yes! envied beauty, ever busy
Frisking joys about the air,
Oh! let me come ere I go crazy—
Looking, wondering what ye are.
Or if thou wilt not, pray—have pity,
Carol loud enough that we,
Improving love, may hear thy ditty
Sung in matchless harmony.