Wake, wake harmonious swell Along this deep sequestered dell, Along the grass and brake, And where the cattle slake Their thirst, when glides Adown the sloping sides In ceaseless frit The wizard rivulet, And let the spring maze Join with violin note In hymning forth our praise From forth melodious throat Our holy joy to tell. III Father’s here And Mother dear And sisters all, The short and tall, And Father’s friends Whom Briton lends To noblest human ends, With younger arm From Brooklet farm, But absent now At yonder plough With shining, cleaving share Upturning to the upper air The obstinate soil, The sober son of hardy toil. IV Here, here we all repair Our hope and love to share, To celebrate In rustic state Midst this refulgent whole The joyful advent of an angel soul That twice four years ago Our mundane world to know Descended from the upper skies A presence to our veriest eyes And now before us stands And asketh at our bounteous hands Some token of our zeal, In her most holy weal Before us stands arrayed In garments of a maid. Untainted and pure her soul As when she left the whole That doeth this marvelling scene And day by day doth preach The gospel meant for each That on this solid sphere For mortal’s ear. V