Sing Me A Song, O, Wind.

    Sing me a song, O, Wind,
        Of musical cadence sweet,
    Which in the wood around
        Shall often and oft repeat;
    Soft as an angel's song
        That never can give annoy,
    Which in the balmy notes
        Shall tell me its tales of joy.

    Sing me a song, O, Wind,
        Of countries beyond the sea,
    Which in thy wand'rings oft
        Thou pass with a footstep free;
    Lands that are ever green
        'Neath blaze of the tropic spells,
    Bright with their blessed suns,
        Where summer forever dwells.

    Sing me a song, O, Wind,
        Of groves with a verdure fair,
    Waving their boughs of green
        O'er solitudes grand and rare;
    Groves with a stillness sweet,
        With cheering and cooling shades,
    Where from its cares the race
        May rest in the leafy glades.

    Sing me a song, O, Wind,
        Of birds with a plumage gay,
    That with their carols sweet
        Give praise to the God of day;
    Music of sad refrain,
        Though fond in its tender chime,
    Thou in thy travels wide
        Hast heard in a fairy clime.

    Sing me a song, O, Wind,
        Of crystalline brooks at play,
    Which with the murmurs low
        Make sweetest of sounds all day;
    Winding through meadows wide,
        And blossoming fields between,
    Fringed with the willows tall
        On emerald banks of green.

    Sing me a song, O, Wind,
        Of flowers that are fond and fair,
    Filling the fields of earth
        With beauty and fragrance rare;
    Wafting an incense pure
        On every breeze that blows,
    Drawn from the lily's heart
        And soul of the royal rose.

    Sing me a song, O, Wind,
        Of man in his brightest homes;
    Tell if he there meet joy,
        Wherever his longing roams;
    Tell if there's e'er a place
        Where, all his ambition spent,
    He toils throughout all his days
        And knoweth no discontent.

    Sing me a song, O, Wind,
        For I am a-weary now;
    Life, with its woes and cares,
        Hangs heavily on my brow;
    Sing me a song of cheer,
        My heart that is sad to ease;
    Sing in thy brightness and joy
        With heavenly harmonies!