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Lyrics: Anon, probably the composer
What are sighs but sorrow's breeze,
Blowing o'er life's ruffled seas?
What are we? Barks sailing o'er
To a distant, tranquil shore.
Pilots then unfurl the sail,
Quickly seize the fav'ring gale;
This will waft you to yon sphere,
Free from trouble, free from fear.
Breath of sadness, fill my soul;
Waft me to that distant goal.
Airy wing, come bear me home
Upwards, never more to roam.
Sigh, thou brother of a tear,
Freely welcome, freely here.
On thee my soul would gladly rise
To its peaceful home, the skies.
What are sighs but sorrow's breeze,
Blowing o'er life's ruffled seas?
What are we? Barks sailing o'er
To a distant, tranquil shore.
Pilots then unfurl the sail,
Quickly seize the fav'ring gale;
This will waft you to yon sphere,
Free from trouble, free from fear.
Breath of sadness, fill my soul;
Waft me to that distant goal.
Airy wing, come bear me home
Upwards, never more to roam.
Sigh, thou brother of a tear,
Freely welcome, freely here.
On thee my soul would gladly rise
To its peaceful home, the skies.