Through every form of mystic birth,
The swarming air, the teeming earth,
Through all the fruitful deep contains,
Thy sovereign vital influence reigns,
Mixes, ferments, inspires the whole,
Pours the glad warmth, the genial soul,
Breathes in the breeze, distills in showers,
Swells the young bud, and wakes the flowers:
With livelier green the herbage springs,
The violet blows, the linnet sings,
Its richest colouring Nature wears,
And Pleasure leads the wanton years.