Sing ! Who mingles with my lays?
Maiden of the primrose days!
Sing with me, and I will show
All that thou in spring should'st know;
All the names of all the flowers;
What to do with primrose hours!

Sing! who mingles with my song?
Soldier in the battle strong!
Sing, and thee I'll music teach,
Such as thunders on the beach;
When the waves run mad and white,
Like a warrior in the fight!

Sing! who loves the music tender?
Widow, who hath no defender!
Orphan!—Scholar!—Mother wild,
Who hast loved (and lost) a child!
Maiden, dreaming of to-morrow!
Let us sing and banish sorrow!
Come!—Sweet music hath a smart,
And a balm for every heart!