Song : "The New-Born Leaves Unfolding Fast"

THE new-born leaves unfolding fastMake nests of green on every bough;The pilgrim birds, their wanderings past,With joy return,—but thou, my love,Oh, where, my love, art thou?

Soft tumults fill the balmy air,Faint breathings of the flowers to be;Life glows and gladdens everywhere,—But I am lone for thee, my love,Oh, lone, my love, for thee!

Give me the voice of moaning pines,The frozen wold, the desert space;Give me the winter Earth resigns,—But let me see thy face, my love,Oh, let me see thy face!