Awake! Awake! for the earliest gleam 
Of golden sunlight shines 
On the rippling waves, that brightly flow 
Beneath the flowering vines. 
Awake! Awake! for the low, sweet chant 
Of the wild-birds' morning hymn 
Comes floating by on the fragrant air, 
Through the forest cool and dim; 
Then spread each wing, 
And work, and sing, 
Through the long, bright sunny hours; 
O'er the pleasant earth 
We journey forth, 
For a day among the flowers. 

Awake! Awake! for the summer wind 
Hath bidden the blossoms unclose, 
Hath opened the violet's soft blue eye, 
And awakened the sleeping rose. 
And lightly they wave on their slender stems 
Fragrant, and fresh, and fair, 
Waiting for us, as we singing come 
To gather our honey-dew there. 
Then spread each wing, 
And work, and sing, 
Through the long, bright sunny hours; 
O'er the pleasant earth 
We journey forth, 
For a day among the flowers.