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.