Some Bold Adventurers Disdain The Limits Of

Fair Laughs The Morn, And Soft The Zephyr Blows, While Proudly Rising O'er The Azure Realm In Gallant Trim The Gilded Vessel Goes, Youth On The Prow, And Pleasure At The Helm.

Daughter Of Jove, Relentless Power, Thou Tamer Of The Human Breast, Whose Iron Scourge And Tort'ring Hour The Bad Affright, Afflict The Best!

They Hear A Voice In Every Wind, And Snatch A Fearful Joy.

We Frolic While 'tis May.

And Hie Him Home, At Evening's Close, To Sweet Repast And Calm Repose.