The world indeed is lovely sure
In flowers of June decked forth so gay
They fill the breeze with fragrance pure
In this bright, lovely, heavenly day
A balmy breeze floats
through the Air
A 1000 various sights attract our gaze
The Planets beauties who can declare
Oh who can sing enough its praise
Its waving grass, so green it looks;
The forests clothed with leaves of gold,
The rippling streams, the pretty brooks;
And singing birds, its joys unfold
All nature clothed
in beauteous forms
The richest, brightest, mans heart desires
With Love to God our bosom warms
And Hapiness, [sic] this Love inspires
What has though
these beauteous scenes may fade
Under Autums [sic] withering chilling blast
For many a change we all were made
And icy winter will not long last.
In all the shifting scenes of Life we ought
Sweet happiness to seek and surely find
A world of pleasure nor dear is it bought
If we seek with a contented mind