By the dew-besprinkled rose

By the dew-besprinkled rose; By the blackbird piping clear; By the western gale, that blows Fragrance on the vernal year; Hear, Amanda, hear thy swain, Nor let him longer sigh in vain: Hear, &c.

By the cowslip, clad in gold; By the silver lily's light; By those meads, where you behold Nature rob'd in green and white; Hear, Amanda, hear thy swain, And to his sighs, oh! sigh again; Hear, &c.

By the riv'let's rambling race: By the music that it makes: By bright Sol's inverted face, Who for the stream his sky forsakes; Hear, Amanda, hear thy swain, And into joy convert his pain: Hear, Amanda, hear thy swain, And into joy convert his pain.