tripping o'er the pearlywn,
the youthful, charng chloe.
the feather'd people you ght see
perch'd all around on every tree,
in notes of sweetest lody
they hail the charng chloe;
till, painting gay the eastern skies,
the glorious sun began to rise,
outrival'd by the radiant eyes
of youthful, charng chloe.
lovely was she, c.