David Vedder (Дэвид Веддер)

The First of May

AIR--"The Braes of Balquhidder."

Now the beams of May morn
  On the mountains are streaming,
And the dews on the corn
  Are like diamond-drops gleaming;
And the birds from the bowers
  Are in gladness ascending;
And the breath of sweet flowers
  With the zephyrs is blending.

And the rose-linnet's thrill,
  Overflowing with gladness,
And the wood-pigeon's bill,
  Though their notes seem of sadness;
And the jessamine rich
  Its soft tendrils is shooting,
From pear and from peach
  The bright blossoms are sprouting.

And the lambs on the lea
  Are in playfulness bounding,
And the voice of the sea
  Is in harmony sounding;
And the streamlet on high
  In the morning beam dances,
For all Nature is joy
  As sweet summer advances.

Then, my Mary, let 's stray
  Where the wild-flowers are glowing,
By the banks of the Tay
  In its melody flowing;
Thou shalt bathe in May-dew,
  Like a sweet mountain blossom,
For 'tis bright like thy brow,
  And 'tis pure as thy bosom!

1. The Temple of Nature
2. Jeanie's Welcome Hame
3. Song of the Scottish Exile

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