Leap to the highest height of spring,
  And trill thy sweetest note,
Bird of the heavenly plumes and twinkling wing
  And silver-tonëd throat!

Sing, while the maple’s deepest root
  Thrills with a pulse of fire
That lights its buds. Blow, blow thy tender flute,
  Thy reed of rich desire!

Breathe in thy syrinx Freedom’s breath...