Air - 'Miss Carmichael.'
A Heavenly muse in green Erin is singing,
His strains, all seraphic, ascend to the skies;
Fair blossoms of Eden, around him all springing,
The soft balmy ether perfume as they rise.
Sweet poet! be true to thy lofty aspiring,
While, bound by thy magic, the sky's half unfurl'd;
Youth, beauty, and taste are with rapture admiring;
O! spread not around them the fumes of this world!