Waft on, thou upward breeze
From the warm south!
And on her wayward mouth
Imprint my far farewells
From these thy seas
And calm hr fears
By whispering in her ears
The sweetest tales that youthful summer tells.

Rush on, thou wintry wind,
From the high north!
Thy mightiness put forth,
And hurl the feathered foam
Afar behind.
Then, with the cries
Of birds in windy skies,
Oh bear me blithely to my southern home.