I’ve listened to the morning’s song Of nature’s feathered gems, Long ere Aurora’s roseate hue Illumined Orient’s realms, And as their carols wafted high On balmy zephyrs borne, ’Tis then I muse, and sadly feel, That I am quite alone.

I’ve never heard the ocean’s roar, Or felt its quivering thrill; Nor, on stern Neptune’s bosom been, When all was calm and still⁠— But o’er my heart, at times, there are Such stormy billows borne, That then I sadly, truly feel, That I am quite alone.