The joy to rise to the summer morn,
When birds sing with joy with me
On the branches of every tree
And the sky-lark rattle sweet rhymes
O! What a sweet company?.

But summer morn school;
Drives all joy away
Under a cruel eye outworn,
Little ones spend the day
In sighing and dismay.

Ah! How can the bird,
Born for joy sit in cage and sing!?
For the joy is blown away
By sorrow and cares dismay
Worn thro' with dreary shower

How shall the summer arise in joy?
Or summer tree goodies appear?
How do we gather what grief destroy?
Or bless the mellowing moment
When the blast of the winter appear?