Pack, Clouds Away
J. Raynor
Pack, clouds, away! and welcome, day!
With night we banish sorrow.
Sweet air, blow soft; mount, larks, aloft
To give my Love good-morrow!
Wings from the wind to please her mind,
Notes from the lark I'll borrow:
Bird, prune thy wing! nightingale, sing!
To give my Love good-morrow!
To give my Love good-morrow
Notes from them both I'll borrow.
Wake from thy nest, robin-red-breast!
Sing, birds, in every furrow!
And from each bill, let music shrill
Give my fair Love good-morrow!
Blackbird and thrush in every bush,
Stare, linnet, and cocksparrow!
You pretty elves, among yourselves
Sing my fair Love good-morrow;
[To give my Love good-morrow
Sing, birds, in every furrow!]