How sweet I roam'd from field to field and tasted all the summer's pride, till I the Prince of Love beheld who in the sunny beams did glide !

Love and harmony combine,
And around our souls entwine
While thy branches mix with mine.
And our roots together join.

There his charming nest doth lay,
There he sleeps the night away;
There he sports along the day,
And doth among our branches play.