while the sun and thou arise to bless the day.
phoebus gilding the brow of morning,
banishes ilk darksome shade,
nature, gladdening and adorning;
such to me my lovely maid.
when frae my chloris parted,
sad, cheerless, broken-hearted,
the night's gloomy shades, cloudy, dark, o'ercast my sky:
but when she charms my sight,
in pride of beauty's light—
when thro' my very heart
her burning glories dart;
'tis then—'tis then i wake to life and joy!