First in fiery torments die.
When ascends the fire
Fullness waxes in my breastOf emotions social, blest;Friendship's nurtured膌ove awakes,--And the silence Phoebus breaksOf his mountains, of his vales,Sweetly blow the balmy gales;All for whom he shows affection,Who are worthy his protection,Gladly follow his direction.
While yet a childAnd ignorant of life,I turned my wandering gazeUp tow'rd the sun, as if with himThere were an ear to hear my wailings,A heart, like mine,To feel compassion for distress.
Comes in the glow of youthful strength.Oh, let me guide his steps victorious,
WHILE he is mark'd by vision clear
My love alone was then your theme,