Breathe soft, ye winds; be calm, ye…

Breathe soft, ye winds; be calm, ye skies; Arise, ye flow'ry race, arise; Ye silver dews, ye vernal show'rs, Call forth a bloomy waste of flow'rs.

The fragrant rose, a beauteous guest, Shall flourish on my fair one's breast; Shall grace her hand, or deck her hair, The flow'r most sweet, the nymph most fair.